[ He was a constant she could hang onto. Though she might push him away as often as she pulled him back to her. Too temperamental by half, most times. Greedy, and the thought of that, that irony, brought a smile to her lips. Truer than any she had given a courtier in days, and not half as cruel. ]
[ His hands were far too distracting to tell him what she found so amusing, because there was no way she couldn't feel where they trailed. She wonders what he's doing, at least until all the air was forced out in a gasp. Half his name said in surprise, ( and like this, she'd agree, there was no reason to call him by a title ), and then she couldn't get air back, not between the way the laces pulled so tightly. Panting soft, shallow breaths at his neck, as he bit at hers. ]
[ In the end, it didn't matter though. The thought was clear as spanish glass, he was hers, for awhile, as much as she was his. If he let go of her, she'd tumble and fall, she was sure of that much, because she could not be sure of herself at the moment. Needing someone so much, wanting more than was dignified ought to have scared her still. But she couldn't muster enough feeling to care, because nothing else would come, except the soft moan she muffled against his shoulder, a stifled gasp more than anything else. Blood rushed and pounded and she could hardly care, if it meant he kept touching her. ]
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[ His hands were far too distracting to tell him what she found so amusing, because there was no way she couldn't feel where they trailed. She wonders what he's doing, at least until all the air was forced out in a gasp. Half his name said in surprise, ( and like this, she'd agree, there was no reason to call him by a title ), and then she couldn't get air back, not between the way the laces pulled so tightly. Panting soft, shallow breaths at his neck, as he bit at hers. ]
[ In the end, it didn't matter though. The thought was clear as spanish glass, he was hers, for awhile, as much as she was his. If he let go of her, she'd tumble and fall, she was sure of that much, because she could not be sure of herself at the moment. Needing someone so much, wanting more than was dignified ought to have scared her still. But she couldn't muster enough feeling to care, because nothing else would come, except the soft moan she muffled against his shoulder, a stifled gasp more than anything else. Blood rushed and pounded and she could hardly care, if it meant he kept touching her. ]