If he'd stop to think about it for a moment, he'd realise, he couldn't have been all that rubbish if she's still reaching for him, if she's kissing him like she's kissing him now. Soft and insistent, hands moving on his skin, exploring his chest, his shoulders, his neck, like she can read his thoughts with her fingertips.
All night. She has all night to navigate this labyrinth, this minefield. But he's present with her now, she can feel that in the way he's touching her. He's present in ways she never thought she'd ever feel from him. It's intoxicating and she only craves more.
There's a soft moan in the back of her throat as he pulls her close again. All night.
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Date: 2010-03-12 08:01 pm (UTC)All night. She has all night to navigate this labyrinth, this minefield. But he's present with her now, she can feel that in the way he's touching her. He's present in ways she never thought she'd ever feel from him. It's intoxicating and she only craves more.
There's a soft moan in the back of her throat as he pulls her close again. All night.