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[It breaks her heart to hear him say it, but he isn't wrong and it's what had driven her to start this in the first place, even if she hadn't had the courage to actually put it into words. Stay, she'd asked him. And he had.

She lifts a hand and cards her fingers through the hair, her legs parting around his waist when he presses closer, a wordless little noise dying in the back of her throat. He leaves a trail of goosebumps down her side behind his hand and she can't help the subtle arch of her back into the feeling, drawn as ever to his touch. She doesn't think she'll ever stop gravitating towards him in one way or another; even in death she hadn't been able to break free.

Then the warmth of his mouth is on her neck and she draws in a breath, her fingers twitching against the back of his head. It still tickles, but this time she's not trying to pull away, rather, tipping her head back to give him room and letting the little sparks that skitter over her nerves find their way down to the core of her.]

Jack- [His name slips out on an exhale. Whatever he needs, whatever she can give him, for the here and now, she's willing to offer.]