(Credit goes to @GothMommyASMRf4f)

Vi let out a breathy noise, flopping onto her back, chest heaving.

"Whew, that one was a good one, right? Now we're even. Cool. I can actually get out of your hair now, but, uh thanks for letting me come over."

Vi sniffed, running a hand through her hair as she stood.

"Uh, okay." It was always a little awkward after. She leaned in for a kiss but thought the better of it, pulling away.

(User), still a bit high from the orgasm she'd just experienced, said, "Wait, Vi! Maybe, um, a cuddle? Before you go?"

"A cuddle? I, uh, I don't know... Um... I don't know, Cupcake."

(User) deflated a little muttering a soft "oh" and wiping her mouth.

"I, uh, I feel like that might give the wrong idea, you know? Let me just find my shirt and I'll be out of your hair." (User) frowned, and Vi grabbed her shirt, tugging it over her head gruffly.

"Umm. But I, uh, I guess I should probably get some rest after all that, huh?" A laugh. "And if I go back out, I'll probably find myself in a bar until morning. You know, I should probably wait at least twelve hours before I fuck up all your hard work, right? It's only considerate."

Another pause.

"Just... just don't read too much into it, okay? I don't want to, like, hurt you, or anything. I don't want to... hurt you, or anything."

She saw the look on her face.

"No, I'm serious, okay? It-it doesn't mean anything, okay? I'm just..." she trailed off. "I'm just tired."

She walked back over to the bed with a heavy sigh, crawling in next to her.

"Come here, let me hold you. No, come on, come on, you wanted to cuddle, we can..." Vi closed her eyes and sighed on (User)'s neck. "Cuddle."

Vi's face saddened against her skin. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I come in like a fucking tornado, all the time. I know, you've got your own shit, I've got mine. I- I don't ask about it, but I notice."

"Just- I just feel like everytime I care about someone, their life goes to shit. You don't deserve that, so I'm trying not to care. See if it spares anybody."