Anything?

Before responding you stare at Carrie as she sits down on the edge of her bed and looks up at you, displaying a somewhat tentative expression. You find her hard to read as the emotions that you would have expected her to have trouble dealing with supposedly vanished by the power of her decision alone. 20 minutes ago, you had sex with her in front of her supposedly loving boyfriend and now here she is, waiting for you to make depraved demands of her.

“Just like that?” you prod, referring back to everything in relation to her now ex supposedly being out of her system.

“Huh?” she seems genuinely confused, apparently not expecting you to question her.

“Just like that your relationship to him is over and you’ve moved on to me then?”

“Yeah, I mean, he made his choice and you made yours, I keep my word,” her expression appears serious now, either she is indeed true to her word or she is an incredible actress.

“Usually people don’t just get a break up ‘out of their system’ is all I mean, you have to realize that from where I’m standing you seem like a psychopath, dismissing your previous relationship completely just out of some sexual principle…” This finally seems to make her think. Her eyes turn down towards the floor of her apartment. Silence follows for a while; she fidgets with the hem of her shirt and finally looks back up with what you assume to be an attempt to appear decisive.

“I still love him, but I love you too. Those are not exclusive emotions, I gave him the choice to command me and he blew it on a choice that took me away from him, now I have given you the same choice” you hesitate slightly at how to respond.

“So…” another question forming in your head, “do you give this choice to anyone you supposedly love? Will you give this option to anyone else I tell you to sleep with?”

“No.”

“Why did you give it to me then?”

“God why can’t people just take control when I give it to them!” she makes a dramatic throw with her arms and goes silent as they come down again. She then watches you for a bit, perhaps expecting you to give in. You elect to let the silence linger; from her resuming fidgeting you suspect it has a stronger effect on her than you. “Fine,” she finally sighs. “With you it was just different…”

“How?”

“He didn’t ask me to sleep with you, he asked me to get a girlfriend, like, form a relationship to someone I liked. I gave you the same choice because my love is genuine, I like my partners to be in control. A fling is not a partner…” Ah, so that was the catch. She would not betray your supposed love as long as you did not give her the option to make other romantic partners?”

“Alright,” you decide to take her at her word, perhaps testing her commitment will reveal more about the extent of her promised loyalty. You fold your arms in an attempt to look imposing and contemplative. Usually your stature does not allow you to intimidate others but with Carrie sitting down you have the height advantage in this instance.

“Alright?” Carrie repeats, raising an eyebrow at you. Apparently now you are under scrutiny.

“I mean, so far you seem to have been doing everything honestly at least,” you wave one hand in a speculative manner, her eyes following as if expecting you to hit her. “I’m not sure I trust this proclaimed love of yours,” you clarify, “but I’m willing to take a shot at what you offer. If this is some odd game your ‘ex’ and you have going on, well, nothing lost then. If you remain consistent in your commitment, I suppose I could be convinced that your love is true.”

Carrie smiles at that and exhales a breath she had apparently kept held for a while. “Great, so, like I said, I’ll do anything you say! What can I do to make you happy?”

You allow a short pause to set in for just a second before commanding, “everything…” with a husky voice.

One corner of Carrie’s mouth twitch, plastering a mischievous smirk on her face.