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finalflight2024-12-26 07:22 pm
vecna) wrote in finalflight2024-12-26 07:22 pm
[ her nape hair stands on end. it forms the shiver that skirts down her spine. the snow and cold have nothing to do with it. ]
I don't know, Henry.
I don't know, Henry.
[ they can at least... get out of the snow... ]
I think your hormones are recklessly running.
I think your hormones are recklessly running.
You were not like this then. [ anticipation bubbling uncomfortably in her chest ] You like getting to do things no one else will do.
It... does not always have to be like this, then.
[ sex. ]
[ sex. ]
[ the way he looks at her when he thinks she's engrossed in her study... how they slowly ensconce one another in bed, in their sleep... ]
... no, I do not think it. I think if I had not lifted my skirts for you first time, you would still be as you were then. It would not even occur to you.
... no, I do not think it. I think if I had not lifted my skirts for you first time, you would still be as you were then. It would not even occur to you.
[She's right, and it's a relief that she knows it. She could have never kissed him even once—though he'd hate to live in that reality—and Henry Creel would have eventually developed the same array of feelings for her. The depth and degree would have remained even if it took another path; after all, the river always finds the sea.]
Exactly. I still would have fallen in love with you. Being intimate is just one tiny, tiny fraction of how that love manifests. It's one fragment of an entire world you've opened for me, one I want to share with you.
Exactly. I still would have fallen in love with you. Being intimate is just one tiny, tiny fraction of how that love manifests. It's one fragment of an entire world you've opened for me, one I want to share with you.
[ for her, intimacy perhaps reserves a larger share, but even so... imagine being her. imagine hearing someone say this to her. an entire world.
her parents never gave her so much as an entire room's worth of love.
she reaches both arms up to loop around his neck. he'll have to bend lower so she can accomplish it. ]
her parents never gave her so much as an entire room's worth of love.
she reaches both arms up to loop around his neck. he'll have to bend lower so she can accomplish it. ]
[He will more than make up for how her parents deprived her. Henry will douse her in love and affection and ceaseless obsession until her cup runneth over.
Have they even made it to under the veranda? Maybe partly; maybe Henry's shoulders and back and hair still collect flakes of snow when she reaches up, and maybe she's sheltered. Doesn't matter. He bends down so she can loop her arms around him without issue.]
Have they even made it to under the veranda? Maybe partly; maybe Henry's shoulders and back and hair still collect flakes of snow when she reaches up, and maybe she's sheltered. Doesn't matter. He bends down so she can loop her arms around him without issue.]
[ the snow continues to fall. Sprezzatura noses beneath his jaw and exhales warmly there. ]
You are best thing about this city.
You are best thing about this city.
[ certainly so, and she deflects. ] Ugh. So sacharrine; I cannot approve.
[ no. she can't, and won't. it feels good to have her ego fed in these little moments... and this, as generous as it is, will last her longer than anything before.
probably because it feeds more than ego. ]
Bend over so I can lick you.
[ smooches HIS forehead. ]
probably because it feeds more than ego. ]
Bend over so I can lick you.
[ smooches HIS forehead. ]
[She knows he loves to tease her.
Takes it upon himself to just give her a real kiss on the lips, slow and warm, gathering snowflakes in his hair and lashes as he does. A bit of telepathy to file off the hard edges of her indignity-]
[Yes, somehow the smiley face translates through his powers.]
Takes it upon himself to just give her a real kiss on the lips, slow and warm, gathering snowflakes in his hair and lashes as he does. A bit of telepathy to file off the hard edges of her indignity-]
I'm just kidding. You can lick me anytime and anywhere you want. :)
[Yes, somehow the smiley face translates through his powers.]
[ such a sweet kiss, such a pretty visage, and with such a naughty comment made in such a way that no one but her can hear. ]
Stop that!
Stop that!
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