[It's cute of him to think that love is such an easy thing, as if it's strength wasn't defined by how much pressure and suffering you put it through. Or maybe that's just years of being with the wrong man talking, Charlotte can't say one way or another. She's known Nariko for a very long time and seen parts of her Yamato can only keep hoping he never has to face. If she were to be a good friend she'd stop all this for her sake. But, really, when the guilt slams into her and she slips out of the hazy, glowing comfort of sex the source of the guilt comes from her mate. From the intense sense of betrayal that is threatening to make her cry.]
It's nothing.
[It's actually a lot of things but somehow she still doesn't tell Yamato to stop. If she wanted to she would, if she did then he would goddamn well stop touching her. She hasn't forgotten that she's old enough to be his mother, after all.
... People have to live with their decisions, right? She'll talk to Fred later - she'll make it up to him later.]
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It's nothing.
[It's actually a lot of things but somehow she still doesn't tell Yamato to stop. If she wanted to she would, if she did then he would goddamn well stop touching her. She hasn't forgotten that she's old enough to be his mother, after all.
... People have to live with their decisions, right? She'll talk to Fred later - she'll make it up to him later.]