[This at least is familiar territory. She's been at odds with herself for days now, running in circles in her head trying to figure out how she feels and what she thinks. But in this space there is just her and him and she understands this and the way he groans for her. She feels triumphant, and all the more to hear him speak again.
He's not even trying, but the rough tones of his voice between breaths pleases her so sharply that he'll surely notice. She decides she loves the way he looks at her when it's like this, and her hand skims up his arm, higher until it curls over the slope of his shoulder.]
And if I do want you to, promise you will?
[Reckless, reckless, reckless. Can he tell that she's given her answer with that question?]
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He's not even trying, but the rough tones of his voice between breaths pleases her so sharply that he'll surely notice. She decides she loves the way he looks at her when it's like this, and her hand skims up his arm, higher until it curls over the slope of his shoulder.]
And if I do want you to, promise you will?
[Reckless, reckless, reckless. Can he tell that she's given her answer with that question?]