He sucked a dusty breath, and smiled to ponder marquees yet to be lighted. "At the same time, you are the cause of it, the reason for it. Without you, it is impossible. So, I don't think it really could have been anybody else. Do you understand?" She remained silent, and he sensed confusion. "I mean, it MUST have been you, after all. It HAD to be you. It has always BEEN you. Because it IS you.
"You were born to it. To me. To now. You suffered every heartbeat, every breath, every thought to be here with me at this moment. Think of it." His smile broadened, and he felt the calming cool of aftermath spread a lazy drug throughout his wasted flesh. "We are one in our shared act. We validate each other with it."
His hair bristled against his palms, again, as he turned to gaze into her dark eyes. "Do you understand?"
Lifeless and dulled, those impenetrable orbs remained half-focused on his for many long, all but unbearable seconds. Finally, she rolled her dilated pupils behind her eyelids, and shrugged, her purple-tinted lips twisted into a cruel smirk.
"I'm glad it was so memorable for you," she rasped, rising to a sitting position to put her left foot through her panties, which dangled from her right ankle, before she pulled them up. She arched her body to set the thong properly at the small of her back, before she shimmied her short skirt down around her hips. "I just get paid. Since it was so nice, maybe you wanna sweeten the deal with a nice, big tip, mister."