[ why is it that time seems to drag on when it is least convenient?
she feels a little like she's moving through molasses. all the panic and adrenaline that had propelled her here at such speeds seem long gone now, replaced instead by a gaping sort of blankness that is only filled up by the sight of him.
standing there.
naked.
wet.
somewhere along the line her gaze falls the same way something cold and leaden drops into her gut, and it's in getting that eyeful that marta realizes, right, she is definitely not supposed to be seeing any of this.
she spins on her heel, squeezes her eyes shut. slaps her hands over her face all too belatedly and god she can feel the heat there already. somehow this is all his fault. ]
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she feels a little like she's moving through molasses. all the panic and adrenaline that had propelled her here at such speeds seem long gone now, replaced instead by a gaping sort of blankness that is only filled up by the sight of him.
standing there.
naked.
wet.
somewhere along the line her gaze falls the same way something cold and leaden drops into her gut, and it's in getting that eyeful that marta realizes, right, she is definitely not supposed to be seeing any of this.
she spins on her heel, squeezes her eyes shut. slaps her hands over her face all too belatedly and god she can feel the heat there already. somehow this is all his fault. ]
I — you called me!