[ It's ridiculous how badly she wants him. After so long-- it's not just the hormones, though wow that makes things more intense. But it's no wonder she's never been able to truly break it off with him. She wants him-- she loves him-- she can't deny it.
She cranes up to kiss him, soft and glancing, before sinking back down on her heels, pressing herself full-body against him. ]
I thought I just did.
[ And really, she wants them to see it through-- to end their work, together, just how they started it. Sentimentally and practically. But she can't deny that the idea of finally giving into that last fantasy, crossing that one inviolate boundary, is hot as hell. She gives him a quick squeeze. ]
Let's go downstairs. [ Not to cook dinner. They can get to that eventually. ]
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She cranes up to kiss him, soft and glancing, before sinking back down on her heels, pressing herself full-body against him. ]
I thought I just did.
[ And really, she wants them to see it through-- to end their work, together, just how they started it. Sentimentally and practically. But she can't deny that the idea of finally giving into that last fantasy, crossing that one inviolate boundary, is hot as hell. She gives him a quick squeeze. ]
Let's go downstairs. [ Not to cook dinner. They can get to that eventually. ]