Immediately after she said it, Amaya wanted to protest. She wanted to take it back, pretend she hadn't said anything, boldly claim she'd said something else entirely. But she couldn't, could she? She knew that wasn't how this worked.

But then Irene was kissing her, and it was impossible for her to regret even a single breath of it. And she fell into that kiss so completely that it felt like the only thing grounding her had fallen away when Irene spoke again.

It didn't help that what she said, cheeky reference to an icon as it may be, struck hard to the very crux of why she wasn't sure of just throwing up instead might have been better, actually.

She was not proud of the desperate sounds that escaped her, and would like it kindly struck from the record. Especially when she knew it was just supposed to be (mostly?) be just a light, flippant bit of levity to lift the weight of the situation.

"Please don't," she whispered, her arm pulling Irene closer to her. "I don't...I don't want you to leave."

And considering that this was Irene's apartment, Irene's room, that was probably a good indication that she didn't just mean the bed...