[It's been years since she's said his name in any context other than to speak of the man who was supposed to be dead, and longer still since it's carried the inflection it does now, like a breathless surrender. It's dangerous in that context perhaps- a link to something that doesn't belong in the present. But he hasn't asked her not to use it and she doesn't have the heart to make the decision on her own.
Instead, she lets the way he holds her sweep away the insecurities and the doubts. She clutches herself to him, her own hands feeling far too small for the broad expanse of his shoulders under them when he so easily surrounds her. She relishes the slow drag of calloused palms across her skin, the way his touch finds purchase along with his confidence, the sensation shivering through her body.
When he reaches her breasts, she lets his mouth catch her soft, keening whimper, toes curling into the fabric of his pants at his calves. She fills his large hands perfectly--hardly a personal bias, she swears--and the scrape of his thumbs over hard, sensitive nipples is a sharp, heady sensation. Her own hands stroke down between his shoulders, following the strong line of his spine as far as she can before dragging back up and sinking into cropped white hair, her lips parting, slanting against his and matching his pressure.]
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Instead, she lets the way he holds her sweep away the insecurities and the doubts. She clutches herself to him, her own hands feeling far too small for the broad expanse of his shoulders under them when he so easily surrounds her. She relishes the slow drag of calloused palms across her skin, the way his touch finds purchase along with his confidence, the sensation shivering through her body.
When he reaches her breasts, she lets his mouth catch her soft, keening whimper, toes curling into the fabric of his pants at his calves. She fills his large hands perfectly--hardly a personal bias, she swears--and the scrape of his thumbs over hard, sensitive nipples is a sharp, heady sensation. Her own hands stroke down between his shoulders, following the strong line of his spine as far as she can before dragging back up and sinking into cropped white hair, her lips parting, slanting against his and matching his pressure.]