Torie chuckled at the vehemence with which or corset was disposed of, but it didn't last long, possessive hands roaming in turn, eliciting a gasp every time somewhere new was touched. The intensity of each movement, each kiss wound her up tighter and tighter until he leaned back and everything came crashing down.

She heard him, of course she did, but it was hard to understand now; what had changed? Had she done something wrong? Did he not want to? Did he not want her? The contrast of just a minute ago to now was so stark she felt like she'd been slapped. Oh Merlin she felt like a such a fool! Color of a different variety flooded her cheeks now as she leaned back, hands coming to rest across her chest in some vain attempt at modesty. Embarrassment clouded over the desire and she didn't know what to do. She couldn't move, couldn't exactly get out of the situation gracefully, she was stranded and she felt like an idiot.

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes and she blinked them back. There was no coming back from this, she couldn't be made the fool twice, she had her limits. As much as she cared for him, as ready as she was to throw caution to the wind and give up any shred of doubt she'd had, she was overcome with nothing but doubt now. As much as she tried to play the confident debutante who had it all together, underneath it all, she was far too insecure for her own good; this had shattered even the outward appearance. She took a steadying breath, lips pressed together against the mixed emotions. Running her hands over her face, she fought for something to say, but couldn't figure out exactly what would work.

Deflated, she sighed finally, "Fine. I just need to..." She motioned for her discarded clothes and tried to scoot out from beneath him.