Seras kicks her feet and rolls onto her stomach, facing away from him, so that she may bury her face in her pillow and stifle the quietest scream she can manage into the satin. She's stuck somewhere between surprise, amusement and complete and utter embarrassment-- not of him, but for herself --for being so completely unprepared for something like this to happen right in front of her. He's! Her boyfriend! She should know how to handle something like this, shouldn't she? She's flattered, really, that some impression of her has wandered into his dreams and, ah... pleases him so, but, wow-- she can't for the life of her figure out what she's supposed to do from here.
Should she leave and let him finish? Does she wait here and try to go back to sleep? Should she save his dignity and pretend she never saw a thing? ...should she... help, somehow? Is that one of her responsibilities as a girlfriend? She's never been someone's girlfriend before, she has no idea!
Her face is on fire and her heart is beating a mile a minute, his sounds alone already managing to do her in without even having to watch him in all of his writhing and ecstasy. When she was a pooka, the answer would have seemed more obvious; she would have been able to face this with a bit more composure, more preparedness, allowing her animal instincts to take over along with his much more quickly. But now, she's back to her old self, barely altered by her semi-wolfish nature, back to the same tittering, silly, under-experienced girl she was before. It looks like all her years with the Captain living in her head barely made a dent in that near-virginal mindset of hers.
She peeks out from the pillow towards him, watching his expression-- and not his body, dear God, try not to look --and finding herself wondering what he would want her to do. He is moaning her name, after all. She's clearly on his mind, sure, but does that mean he would want to wake up to her... helping him?
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Seras kicks her feet and rolls onto her stomach, facing away from him, so that she may bury her face in her pillow and stifle the quietest scream she can manage into the satin. She's stuck somewhere between surprise, amusement and complete and utter embarrassment-- not of him, but for herself --for being so completely unprepared for something like this to happen right in front of her. He's! Her boyfriend! She should know how to handle something like this, shouldn't she? She's flattered, really, that some impression of her has wandered into his dreams and, ah... pleases him so, but, wow-- she can't for the life of her figure out what she's supposed to do from here.
Should she leave and let him finish? Does she wait here and try to go back to sleep? Should she save his dignity and pretend she never saw a thing? ...should she... help, somehow? Is that one of her responsibilities as a girlfriend? She's never been someone's girlfriend before, she has no idea!
Her face is on fire and her heart is beating a mile a minute, his sounds alone already managing to do her in without even having to watch him in all of his writhing and ecstasy. When she was a pooka, the answer would have seemed more obvious; she would have been able to face this with a bit more composure, more preparedness, allowing her animal instincts to take over along with his much more quickly. But now, she's back to her old self, barely altered by her semi-wolfish nature, back to the same tittering, silly, under-experienced girl she was before. It looks like all her years with the Captain living in her head barely made a dent in that near-virginal mindset of hers.
She peeks out from the pillow towards him, watching his expression-- and not his body, dear God, try not to look --and finding herself wondering what he would want her to do. He is moaning her name, after all. She's clearly on his mind, sure, but does that mean he would want to wake up to her... helping him?