[And the moment she does, he meets back with as much force, like a storm that roars in, ready to engulf everything in its wake.
The hand that had held hers drops so that he can cup her face, his touch firm but holding that same gentleness he's always had. That tenderness, that love—that desperation to keep her to him for as long as he can. For as much as he's allowing himself to drown in this, to let her sweep him in as much as he's pulling her back, he knows it won't last forever.
That this is yet once again fueled by their emotions, their twisted need for the other.
But he doesn't care.
Now that it's come to this, he'll take whatever he can. It's pathetic and desperate, he knows, but that's just what he is when he's with her. So desperate to have her back. To pull her out.
To do what he couldn't before.
To make up for all the wrong and hurt he inflicted on her.
So he won't be the first to pull back. Instead his arm will wrap her more tightly to him as he hunts for her lips, her tongue, her taste. Anything he can have her of her now.
And while this is just as rough and desperate as the last time, this kiss is different. This isn't one driven by anger or impatience. No, it is one filled with his true feelings, the true depth of how much he really wants to take her back. Of his renewed determination that had been floundering. Of his fears that he still may only be bringing her hurt in the end.
Of how much he still loves her, even after all this. Even after everything. Even after they came to the cusp of destroying one another completely. Even after they already destroyed each other once already.
How much he's still a goddamn fucking fool for her.]
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The hand that had held hers drops so that he can cup her face, his touch firm but holding that same gentleness he's always had. That tenderness, that love—that desperation to keep her to him for as long as he can. For as much as he's allowing himself to drown in this, to let her sweep him in as much as he's pulling her back, he knows it won't last forever.
That this is yet once again fueled by their emotions, their twisted need for the other.
But he doesn't care.
Now that it's come to this, he'll take whatever he can. It's pathetic and desperate, he knows, but that's just what he is when he's with her. So desperate to have her back. To pull her out.
To do what he couldn't before.
To make up for all the wrong and hurt he inflicted on her.
So he won't be the first to pull back. Instead his arm will wrap her more tightly to him as he hunts for her lips, her tongue, her taste. Anything he can have her of her now.
And while this is just as rough and desperate as the last time, this kiss is different. This isn't one driven by anger or impatience. No, it is one filled with his true feelings, the true depth of how much he really wants to take her back. Of his renewed determination that had been floundering. Of his fears that he still may only be bringing her hurt in the end.
Of how much he still loves her, even after all this. Even after everything. Even after they came to the cusp of destroying one another completely. Even after they already destroyed each other once already.
How much he's still a goddamn fucking fool for her.]