[ he shudders, overcome by arousalrevulsion, presses in just a bit more firmly - strokes small circles around her as he hisses into her ear. ]

Revolting. Disgusting. Die in a ditch. Carrion bugs like you make me sick. [ insects. family. we're two sides of a coin. ] You're lucky I'm willing to even look at you.

[ he reaches up, jerks at her hair - pulls her to look at him again before crushing his lips against hers. and the whole while, that gentle pace continues, stroking and circling and loving her. ]