[It hadn't been until Vienna that she'd realized he was just as beholden to that bond as she was. She'd wondered, suspected, but not until he'd had his fingers around her throat and she didn't even really manage to fight it, fingers curled against his arm instead of prying at his grip. He could have crushed her throat or snapped her neck, but he hadn't. Just left her gasping with the feel of his fingers lingering on her skin for hours.
She expects his touch will linger here, too. The way he feels like heat against her as his tongue presses into her mouth as her lips part, a low murmur as her tongue slides against his, heat sparking at the feel of it. His hand sliding down her body, fingers sliding under her shirt and tracing circles on bare skin.
When they part, her breath comes a little faster, her lips flushed and her eyes bright. Fingers pushing a little further under his shirt, a light drag of nails against his skin, just feeling him under her hands. For the moment the allure was hotter than the worry- pressed against him it felt like some kind of reassurance that all of her broken edges might actually fit somewhere afterall.]
Good. I want you here.
[And she means it, nuzzling in lightly against his chest. She knows why she'd fought against this, but touching like this, pressed against him feels so right she doesn't want to let go.]
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She expects his touch will linger here, too. The way he feels like heat against her as his tongue presses into her mouth as her lips part, a low murmur as her tongue slides against his, heat sparking at the feel of it. His hand sliding down her body, fingers sliding under her shirt and tracing circles on bare skin.
When they part, her breath comes a little faster, her lips flushed and her eyes bright. Fingers pushing a little further under his shirt, a light drag of nails against his skin, just feeling him under her hands. For the moment the allure was hotter than the worry- pressed against him it felt like some kind of reassurance that all of her broken edges might actually fit somewhere afterall.]
Good. I want you here.
[And she means it, nuzzling in lightly against his chest. She knows why she'd fought against this, but touching like this, pressed against him feels so right she doesn't want to let go.]