[ The problem now is that Eula doesn't want to stop. Which, on so many different levels, is a terrible, no good, very bad idea. But the other problem is that like this, wrapped up in his arms with her mouth on his, none of those particular levels really matter to her right now.
Which is why it takes her several moments too long to pull back from this next kiss, her breath short and sharp as she tries to catch even a little of it back; even now, though, she lingers too close; it would be easy to close that gap again if he wants to— she wants to, yet for now she holds back. ]
You were right. [ Her voice is soft, the words dusting over his lips. ] It makes the worst of the thoughts go away.
[ She's made a few confessions this evening, but this one might be the deepest, the hardest to say— yet it slips from between her lips like an afterthought in this moment, as if his warmth has shaken enough of the ice free for it feelings to emerge.
She'll regret it in no small way later, opening up so easily, but for now it almost seems natural. ]
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Which is why it takes her several moments too long to pull back from this next kiss, her breath short and sharp as she tries to catch even a little of it back; even now, though, she lingers too close; it would be easy to close that gap again if he wants to— she wants to, yet for now she holds back. ]
You were right. [ Her voice is soft, the words dusting over his lips. ] It makes the worst of the thoughts go away.
[ She's made a few confessions this evening, but this one might be the deepest, the hardest to say— yet it slips from between her lips like an afterthought in this moment, as if his warmth has shaken enough of the ice free for it feelings to emerge.
She'll regret it in no small way later, opening up so easily, but for now it almost seems natural. ]