It would forever kill a large part of him - but if it were a choice between the two he knows which one he would reach for. He belongs to the stars and the dark spaces between them - but his heart only heals in Hana's hands. If she made him chose - he would.
His mercy is that she would never make him.
His inhale shakes a little as she looks down at him and he knows her answer before she even says it. He can see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. And, he knows, he should stop them now. Before things go further, before -
he doesn't care. Whatever reasons he had, they don't seem to make any sense now and he knows that its his lust clouded brain talking but - it's still making sense. Why was he so determined to hold them apart?
Against the pillows, his shoulders roll, back and down and he pulls in a deep breath. And then he sits up, careful to keep her pressed close, arms sliding around her for support because a tick or two later, he's on a knee and then standing up with her still in his arms, one hand spread under her backside, the other arm firm around her back. She's all shadows in the dark and he leans down so she can get the candle.]
You can tell me to stop. [Despite his earlier warning, he means it.] At any point, you can tell me to stop and I will.
lol, couldn't resist
It would forever kill a large part of him - but if it were a choice between the two he knows which one he would reach for. He belongs to the stars and the dark spaces between them - but his heart only heals in Hana's hands. If she made him chose - he would.
His mercy is that she would never make him.
His inhale shakes a little as she looks down at him and he knows her answer before she even says it. He can see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. And, he knows, he should stop them now. Before things go further, before -
he doesn't care. Whatever reasons he had, they don't seem to make any sense now and he knows that its his lust clouded brain talking but - it's still making sense. Why was he so determined to hold them apart?
Against the pillows, his shoulders roll, back and down and he pulls in a deep breath. And then he sits up, careful to keep her pressed close, arms sliding around her for support because a tick or two later, he's on a knee and then standing up with her still in his arms, one hand spread under her backside, the other arm firm around her back. She's all shadows in the dark and he leans down so she can get the candle.]
You can tell me to stop. [Despite his earlier warning, he means it.] At any point, you can tell me to stop and I will.