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hand under one leg even as she squeezed him with her thighs again, her whole body becoming an earthquake of sobs and overbearing pangs of pleasure. She choked, trying not to pass out as the orgasm rippled outward, flowing up her thighs and knees to the ends of her toes and warming her belly. Her arms shook, and her eyes clenched tightly as if she were experiencing a seizure.
    At the same time, he came inside her and felt her vagina cramp around his stiff blood-glutted penis. He jetted inside her, coating her vagina with his hot seed, and Anastasia opened her eyes and screamed again, clutching him by the neck so hard he thought she might strangle him.
    For long seconds they held each other, each feeling the after-effects of the shared climax, and began to rock gently against one another. Anastasia’s beautiful red hair was a mess of dark garnet plastered to her face with sweat, and her beautiful lips were open as she breathed, trying to steady her heart-rate. Her breasts glinted with the sheen of their lovemaking, their perfect angles manifesting roundness in all their abstract splendor.
    He lifted her chin with his thumb and it took every effort for her to open her eyes, which had become sleepy and subdued. Her legs were still around his, but her knees had fallen to one side. His penis, half-deflated, slid easily out of her vagina and nestled against the warm folds of her labia. Both of their fluids had puddled beneath them, his semen smearing her inner legs and the top of her belly, but neither of them cared.
    “Anastasia,” he whispered, “don’t go to sleep yet.”
    She smiled wearily. “Why not? I want to sleep against you. I want to see you again when I dream. Why can’t I sleep?”
    Alan felt another lump grow in his throat. He knew it was more than the blindness of pleasure, more than the disorientation of circumstances that had sealed something against the back of his eyes. Now as he gazed down at her, all he had to do was read what was written there. And yet, there was something unbearably terrifying about it, too.
    “What is it?” she asked again.
    “I’m trying to decide if I should tell you.”
    “And why wouldn’t you tell me whatever it is you want to say?” she locked her arms around his neck and dabbed her forehead against his.
    “Because I don’t know what’ll happen if I tell you that I love you.”
    There it was. Anastasia stopped rocking and pulled her forehead away from his, and her eyes were searching again. She blinked slowly and raised her chin. “What did you say?”
    “You heard me,” he chided with a thin smile. “I know it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to tell you that, for some reason it seemed important. Maybe… maybe it’s just selfish but-”
    “I love you, too.”
    Anastasia’s eyes were no longer sleepy. There was an alacrity in them, something energized, a coherence that told him she was speaking from some deep reservoir of truth that all of her upbringing had conditioned to keep withheld. She cocked her head and lowered her eyes, mimicking his thin smile.
    “Is it okay that I said that?”
    “You silly girl,” Alan shook his head and kissed her again, and she sighed. This , she thought , this is what it means to come home, to be loved, to be free . It wasn’t just the ability to choose – what made freedom worth anything, what gave it purpose, was when the freedom one had chosen could be shared with another person.
    And yet, even as she and Alan lay down nude against one another, and she listened to his heartbeat, there was another expression he failed to notice. Anastasia gazed long into the dying embers of the fireplace, outlasting even Alan who fell asleep with his hand around her. There was a stone in her heart, a resolution that had become clear to her. She hoped that Alan would forgive her for it one day – that he might understand.
    I do what I do for love , she tried to console herself. But the words rang hollow in her mind.
     
     
     

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