For the first time ever, she looks at Spike with a very earnest and very genuine appreciation for the fact that he's not actively trying to seduce her.
"You know, a woman's body is made with childbirth in mind and all that and I won't say it's not a pretty fucking amazing thing, but sometimes I felt like I must've been trying to give birth to a stalled Volkswagen."
It's not a particularly romantic thought, but at least she's being honest.
She shrugs one shoulder. "But however long we need to wait will be nothing in comparison to the two years before I got here."
She thinks. It's not a total lack of sex drive she has, not exactly. She can still appreciate a shirtless work-out or a hand on her hip or his breath against the back of her neck. Even if she didn't know sex should be avoided for a while, she'd still feel like it should be. It's not just physical healing. It's that sort of hey, let's just avoid that area of my body for a little while since I just tried to give birth to a Volkswagen, okay? feeling that's probably totally natural but still feels a little awkward to her.
Leaning forward, she kisses the side of his face before she steals that prime piece of potechi right from between his chopsticks and then washes it down with a very small sip of the wine.
The potechi, if possible, is better than ever.
"Who was she? The woman with the kid."
She's seen more than a couple of pregnant chicks around here within the past year.
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"You know, a woman's body is made with childbirth in mind and all that and I won't say it's not a pretty fucking amazing thing, but sometimes I felt like I must've been trying to give birth to a stalled Volkswagen."
It's not a particularly romantic thought, but at least she's being honest.
She shrugs one shoulder. "But however long we need to wait will be nothing in comparison to the two years before I got here."
She thinks. It's not a total lack of sex drive she has, not exactly. She can still appreciate a shirtless work-out or a hand on her hip or his breath against the back of her neck. Even if she didn't know sex should be avoided for a while, she'd still feel like it should be. It's not just physical healing. It's that sort of hey, let's just avoid that area of my body for a little while since I just tried to give birth to a Volkswagen, okay? feeling that's probably totally natural but still feels a little awkward to her.
Leaning forward, she kisses the side of his face before she steals that prime piece of potechi right from between his chopsticks and then washes it down with a very small sip of the wine.
The potechi, if possible, is better than ever.
"Who was she? The woman with the kid."
She's seen more than a couple of pregnant chicks around here within the past year.