His embrace is the sweetest moment of all. His breath in her hair is to her heart, what that physical release is to her body. Breathtaking. Devastating.
Her hands curl around his, and she leans against him, feeling the storm in her heart grow still. Right here, right now, he belongs to her. And nothing, no one can take that away from her.
It's a long span of heartbeats before she lets him go, turning in his arms. The pancakes are forgotten, completely, as is the sticky sweet remnants of chocolate adhering to her skin.
"Bed," she says, quiet, intent. Nothing is going to keep her from drinking her fill of him today.
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Date: 2010-05-21 08:02 pm (UTC)Her hands curl around his, and she leans against him, feeling the storm in her heart grow still. Right here, right now, he belongs to her. And nothing, no one can take that away from her.
It's a long span of heartbeats before she lets him go, turning in his arms. The pancakes are forgotten, completely, as is the sticky sweet remnants of chocolate adhering to her skin.
"Bed," she says, quiet, intent. Nothing is going to keep her from drinking her fill of him today.