She is caught in a net, twisting and tangling and catching fire for all that she is equally as undone. She clings to him instead of fighting for freedom or demanding space. Shudders against him when the first word she's ever heard him speak is the breathy murmur of her true name against his lips, her legs tightening around his thighs to hold that intimacy inside her, to relish the heat and wetness of the point where their bodies have fit together, even though she knows he will break from her all too soon.
She kisses his mouth far softer than any touch that's been exchanged between them up until that point, the kiss which should've been the first instead of the breathy aftermath if either of them had been the sort of people who had the heart for slow romancing. She moves her fingers to smooth his hair away from his face on both sides, wanting to drink in the features of his face, needing burn them into her brain so that she never forgets this moment and how he has made her feel.
"I don't want this to end," she says, giving him honesty when she cannot give him the intimacy of speaking his real name.
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Date: 2014-11-23 11:37 pm (UTC)She kisses his mouth far softer than any touch that's been exchanged between them up until that point, the kiss which should've been the first instead of the breathy aftermath if either of them had been the sort of people who had the heart for slow romancing. She moves her fingers to smooth his hair away from his face on both sides, wanting to drink in the features of his face, needing burn them into her brain so that she never forgets this moment and how he has made her feel.
"I don't want this to end," she says, giving him honesty when she cannot give him the intimacy of speaking his real name.