Cuddle?

You see the crying sexy woman in front of you, and follow what you think women have always wanted from you after sex. You decide to cuddle Lea. She almost like she is going to try and fight you off when you approach her. Instead, she lets you pick her up, bridal style, and walk her over to the wall. You sit down, and place her into your lap. She curls into the fetal position on your chest, and you pull your legs up, and arms around her, cocooning her in your warmth.

It's almost amazing to see the pillar of a woman you met last night melt into a naked crying ball in your arms from just one orgasm. As sobs continue to wrack her body you decide to pet her hair a little to try and calm her. This motion eventually turns into you running your fingers through her hair like a comb. She doesn't react to your touch, and it almost seems as if she is trying to forget you ever existed.

After a minute or so of loud sobbing, you think you hear a door creak open nearby. Lea is too distracted to notice, but when you look around, you see Gwen peeking out at the two of you from inside the garage. When you make eye contact, she squeaks, and scurries back inside.

A little while later, Lea seems to be coming out of her stupor. Her breathing is slowing, as is the stream of tears. She relaxes a bit into your chest, and seems to feel your hand running through her hair now. You decide to give her as much time as she needs. A weak leader might be an opportune time for a change in power, but you don't think you could make both the girls follow you for very long right now.

After some more time has passed, and Lea seems back to normal, she takes your hand from her hair, and pushes off of you. She turns to you, and puts a stern look on her face.

"If any word of this gets back to Gwen, I will personally skin you myself. Do I make myself clear?" You nod in agreement and let her get up. She gets dressed again. You follow suit, “Get some sleep, I’m going scouting, then we’re going on a supply run later.”

You watch her leave. Specifically you watch her backside as she walks away, incapable of ignoring such a fine butt, despite your circumstances. When she’s out of sight you head inside.

Deciding that it’s best for your health to avoid Gwen at the moment, you curl up against the wall, just inside the door. After everything you’ve done since you last slept, you don’t last long. Even your uncomfortable position doesn’t keep you from falling asleep almost immediately.