[Another sharp intake of breath as her mind briefly wanders, and she has to scramble to reel her thoughts back in before she lets herself get too distracted by it all.
For a moment, she's silent, and her hands move to his back, her fingers tracing gently over the curve of his spine, slowly and carefully, a ghost of a touch there. There are some things that she wants but isn't quite sure how to express those desires. She never was good at it—it was a rare thing for a long time where anyone actually cared to ask what it was she wished for, and so she just never really bothered to say.
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For a moment, she's silent, and her hands move to his back, her fingers tracing gently over the curve of his spine, slowly and carefully, a ghost of a touch there. There are some things that she wants but isn't quite sure how to express those desires. She never was good at it—it was a rare thing for a long time where anyone actually cared to ask what it was she wished for, and so she just never really bothered to say.
So, she ends up settling on something else.]
I... want to know what you want.