Hoshor Plains [m] when the lights go out and i'm all alone again

daddy issues incoming

Oh, how small she felt in that moment, melting into his embrace and finally allowing herself that touch she so badly needed. Pressing her nose into the crook of his neck, she breathes him in, taking in every ounce of hickory and maple sap, nails pressing into soft skin. He asks her if she's experienced this before, and she shakes her head no, which is a lie that he need not know of. She was his fantasy, now; she was not there anymore. Nothing more than a soft little doll, worn down and muddied and rescued from a pile of dead leaves. Swept up in her savior's strong grasp, protected, pitied, wanted. Filling her head with the sweet lie of purity that would soon be taken from her. 
You, is her response when she's asked what she wants, a sweet sound that comes from her head. She cannot stop herself anymore. One kiss turns to many, and the fuzziness of her head takes control, feverish and roaring and begging for relief. 
Until, when pausing to breathe, she remembers something, and the crashing wave of clarity nearly brings her to her knees. 
She doesn't want kids. She's in heat. 
Oh, shit.