Of course he didn't realize. He doesn't speak Spanish. Why would he? Even if he hadn't taken a dead language, why would he choose one spoken by no one he's ever had need or desire to communicate with before her? Still, he does a pretty good approximation when he murmurs, "Cuando no vamos a venir." He's staring straight into her eyes but it's still more for his own benefit.
He pulls his fingers out of her with a huffed laugh. Lets his hand splash quietly in the water, rinse away the slickness. "That wasn't a stipulation." But he doesn't really expect an answer to this either. He's a little surprised but realizes he shouldn't be. Maybe impatient in the moment, but self-aware about it, and this is the girl who'd intended to wait for him to get out of prison.
"Do you want it to be special, Marta?" Both palms pressed to the bench now.
The question is mocking, sure, but there's also something genuinely pitying to it. He can make it good, especially knowing they have the same idea of what good entails, but he can't be that for her. Ultimately he'll seek his own pleasure, and it won't be anything more than sex. He's just not built that way.
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He pulls his fingers out of her with a huffed laugh. Lets his hand splash quietly in the water, rinse away the slickness. "That wasn't a stipulation." But he doesn't really expect an answer to this either. He's a little surprised but realizes he shouldn't be. Maybe impatient in the moment, but self-aware about it, and this is the girl who'd intended to wait for him to get out of prison.
"Do you want it to be special, Marta?" Both palms pressed to the bench now.
The question is mocking, sure, but there's also something genuinely pitying to it. He can make it good, especially knowing they have the same idea of what good entails, but he can't be that for her. Ultimately he'll seek his own pleasure, and it won't be anything more than sex. He's just not built that way.