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๐„๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š ๐‹๐š๐ฐ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ([personal profile] vergeltung) wrote 2022-11-09 03:45 pm (UTC)

[ Her eyes are still closed when his gloved hand cups her cheek, and it catches her by surprise enough that they snap back open, wide but not unhappy, and her gaze settles on his face once more. It's like this that she notices there's a tenderness to his red eyes that is different, the same gentleness that holds her face, the same softness in his rich voice when he speaks.

A next time. If it weren't for his hand steadying her cheek, she'd answer with a nod. No matter how much it clouds her brain, fills her with anxiety and worries over things that, despite being their cause, only he seems to be able to chase away againโ€” she wants a next time too.

She should tell him that.

Did she tell him that?

Her lips part to reaffirm the statement for herself just as he leans in to take her mouth with his once more, and just like that the thought of answering is dust in the wind, scattered like the worries that build so easily in her mind. Her eyes slide shut, the small distance she put between them before is closed, her arms tighten around him again without any hesitation at all. Where their first and second kiss had her melt to him, this time her movement is yet more fluid, as if a little part of her forgot to freeze back up again once they parted.

Like this, it's easy to forget that she had to worry about anything at all. ]

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