She won't promise always or forever; but she can give now freely, and tomorrow, and the day after is honestly looking pretty good for him, too.
In a way, it could be like the old days-- when they had their own apartments and stole moments to visit, snuck between adjoining rooms on the road. (Except that today she'd dare anyone to try and enforce the Bureau's anti-fraternization policies.) Space when they need it, company when they want it. And the truth is she does want it-- more often than not-- after all this time, God, she still wants him.
Sighing approval, she strokes his hair, nails dragging over his scalp as she arches into his mouth. It doesn't feel just like the old days, actually. This feels new, and strong; it's real, and right. If they need to, they can make it apart; and that makes everything feel possible together, in a way it hasn't for so, so long.
And maybe he can't see it, the way she smiles at him with so much tenderness it feels like it could break her. But maybe he'll hear it when she murmurs his name--
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In a way, it could be like the old days-- when they had their own apartments and stole moments to visit, snuck between adjoining rooms on the road. (Except that today she'd dare anyone to try and enforce the Bureau's anti-fraternization policies.) Space when they need it, company when they want it. And the truth is she does want it-- more often than not-- after all this time, God, she still wants him.
Sighing approval, she strokes his hair, nails dragging over his scalp as she arches into his mouth. It doesn't feel just like the old days, actually. This feels new, and strong; it's real, and right. If they need to, they can make it apart; and that makes everything feel possible together, in a way it hasn't for so, so long.
And maybe he can't see it, the way she smiles at him with so much tenderness it feels like it could break her. But maybe he'll hear it when she murmurs his name--
"Oh... Fox..."