Because the reason she began to cry wasn't because she didn't want this to continue any longer, it wasn't because of how much she's hurting. It's because in spite of all that, in spite of her hurting, she still wants more. She still wants him so badly. And she's ashamed of it, of the fact that even though this is nothing but empty sex to him, she still wants all of it and every part of it.
Even knowing that he doesn't love her and never will.
Why would he, anyway? She's pathetic like this, a horrible woman taking advantage of a horrible situation. So selfish, and so needy, so stupid. She knows, too, that maybe the reason Dick could never come to love her is because she's really nothing like the sunny, bright D.Va. That's who he'd need: someone who's infallibly strong in spirit and always sees the bright spots in everything (you know, like the person Dick does love). But behind all her smiles and chipper voice and talk of hope and courage, she's just a sad, pathetic, scared young girl.
That's why she cries, even as he smothers her with kisses. Because she's like this, but she still wants to take anything that Dick wants to give her, even if she doesn't deserve him.
To that point - she props herself up on her elbows as Dick leans away, unwilling to give up the closeness of their bodies, and she watches him take his pants off to reveal his arousal. She wants more. Even tear-stained as her face is, she looks up at him with a need and want in her eyes. ]
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[ She barely even waits to answer.
Because the reason she began to cry wasn't because she didn't want this to continue any longer, it wasn't because of how much she's hurting. It's because in spite of all that, in spite of her hurting, she still wants more. She still wants him so badly. And she's ashamed of it, of the fact that even though this is nothing but empty sex to him, she still wants all of it and every part of it.
Even knowing that he doesn't love her and never will.
Why would he, anyway? She's pathetic like this, a horrible woman taking advantage of a horrible situation. So selfish, and so needy, so stupid. She knows, too, that maybe the reason Dick could never come to love her is because she's really nothing like the sunny, bright D.Va. That's who he'd need: someone who's infallibly strong in spirit and always sees the bright spots in everything (you know, like the person Dick does love). But behind all her smiles and chipper voice and talk of hope and courage, she's just a sad, pathetic, scared young girl.
That's why she cries, even as he smothers her with kisses. Because she's like this, but she still wants to take anything that Dick wants to give her, even if she doesn't deserve him.
To that point - she props herself up on her elbows as Dick leans away, unwilling to give up the closeness of their bodies, and she watches him take his pants off to reveal his arousal. She wants more. Even tear-stained as her face is, she looks up at him with a need and want in her eyes. ]
I want more... please.