She does not pull back. For a moment, she does not move at all, unsure what to do, unsure even of how to feel. His lips are warm and soft, his beard a rougher counterpoint, his warmth radiating between them. Something in her seems to strain and break, some longing she had not entirely known was there, or not entirely dared to admit: in the face of everything, when everything is broken and lost, it is a curiously healing feeling. A stray tear overflows onto her cheek.
She does not pull back, and she does not press forward. Not, at least, until his lips part against hers; and then, with a low and unconsidered groan, she flings her arms around his shoulder and herself into the moment. There is a desperate abandon in the way she kisses him, clumsy and inexpert open-mouthed kisses that are delivered with near-bruising force, as she pulls herself closer until she is almost in his lap.
"Hold me," she manages, between kisses. Her voice is less commanding, and there is a tremble in it again, though not quite of the same kind as before. If I have lost everything else, let me have this. For now, at least, let me have this. "Please."
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Date: 2025-05-29 10:52 pm (UTC)She does not pull back, and she does not press forward. Not, at least, until his lips part against hers; and then, with a low and unconsidered groan, she flings her arms around his shoulder and herself into the moment. There is a desperate abandon in the way she kisses him, clumsy and inexpert open-mouthed kisses that are delivered with near-bruising force, as she pulls herself closer until she is almost in his lap.
"Hold me," she manages, between kisses. Her voice is less commanding, and there is a tremble in it again, though not quite of the same kind as before. If I have lost everything else, let me have this. For now, at least, let me have this. "Please."