[The kiss is unlike any that they have shared thus far. Not since all those years ago, in that distant past that they share, and that they so often look upon in moments like this. She tries not to—she tries to remain in the here and now, tries not to allow her heart to get too sentimental by longing for what once was because she knows that as soon as she does, it will ruin her, and she will buckle under the feelings and the what-ifs that will come crashing down over her.
It's so achingly soft and slow, every light press or brush done with purpose, and while there is a heat there still, that flame still not extinguished from the night before, within it lies everything else that she didn't want to let free. She still holds onto it, still ropes it in when she starts to feel it pull, but it's there, somewhere, no matter how small.
Her hand moves now, from his wrist and shifting over his hand, and she brings her fingers over his.
She parts ever so slightly, far enough that she can whisper...]
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It's so achingly soft and slow, every light press or brush done with purpose, and while there is a heat there still, that flame still not extinguished from the night before, within it lies everything else that she didn't want to let free. She still holds onto it, still ropes it in when she starts to feel it pull, but it's there, somewhere, no matter how small.
Her hand moves now, from his wrist and shifting over his hand, and she brings her fingers over his.
She parts ever so slightly, far enough that she can whisper...]
You can, too...
[Test, she means.]