Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

He lays a feast at the paws of a starving creature and asks her not to take a bite. It was a reckless proposition, truly, to think two wrongs in this case might make a right. He should have had less credence in her control that was wilting with every second in his presence, and which she feared no small distance would bolster. Not to mention, she did not know how long this would last. They’d been together an hour and it was tormenting. How was she supposed to ignore him for days on end? But for foolishness or pining- she wanted to buy it.

Because she did imagine him leaving. And maybe that scared her more than pregnancy.

“Ok,” she relents quietly, meeting his eyes and velvet smile with fading hesitance. “It's like… a game.” A game of pretend you don’t want sex so badly. Fun.

She was tirelessly competitive and framing it this way in her mind was helpful. But- where would they sleep? How would they stay here together in such an intimate space with one track minds and not go crazy? She hoped Fig had answers. Because she had none.

She took a ragged breath that fought for composure and sat in the grass across from him, curling her tail over her feet.

“You should know, I'm gonna win," She grins in a desperate attempt to find a way to laugh about this. Though, in part, she felt she already had won- Fig was staying.