[She notices, and she feels it, too. That lingering touch, the heat and the yearning that they both share behind it, and the knowledge that at some point, it will all come to a head once more, just like it had last night. Her own fingers flex under his, opening and closing slowly when he takes the cigar from her, as if trying to shake it off.]
I know.
[She echoes again, quieter this time.
And at this point, she doesn't know what she wants. If it's that she wishes for him to grab her and kiss her or if it's to move away from her... She wants both, and she wants neither. She simply wants him, but she knows that she cannot handle all of him in the way that he wants to give himself.
Another pause, and then she sighs.]
I don't suppose I'll be going back to the Naughtilust again anytime soon.
[... In case he was wondering.
How often is it that anyone dared to demand anything of her the way that he did? Even Barnabas had been gentler in his, giving orders like any king would. But Cidolfus... his had been possessive, commanding, as if he expected her to follow.
no subject
I know.
[She echoes again, quieter this time.
And at this point, she doesn't know what she wants. If it's that she wishes for him to grab her and kiss her or if it's to move away from her... She wants both, and she wants neither. She simply wants him, but she knows that she cannot handle all of him in the way that he wants to give himself.
Another pause, and then she sighs.]
I don't suppose I'll be going back to the Naughtilust again anytime soon.
[... In case he was wondering.
How often is it that anyone dared to demand anything of her the way that he did? Even Barnabas had been gentler in his, giving orders like any king would. But Cidolfus... his had been possessive, commanding, as if he expected her to follow.
And she did.]