[And that is exactly what she has wanted. Yes, her heart may be fragile, may hesitate every now and then, but she is not. In a sea of doubts and uncertainties, where she may often waver on a lot of things, of this she has never been more sure of anything in a long time. Sure of how much she wants this—wants him, as she feels his hands move over her, skin finally touching skin, her body more starved for that feeling than she had realized until now.
Even more so when she feels the certainty behind his actions, his touch, the way that his lips devour her and his body lowers over her. She lifts up off the grass, her back arching again into his touch, seeking out more of the heat in his fingertips.
No longer able to stand the cold against her lips, she seeks him out, dragging him back up for another proper kiss, her lips parting in invitation to him and to draw him in. She needs this, too—to lose herself in everything that he is, and so she takes just as much.
Only to pause as she is forced to come up for air, whispering his name as she presses her forehead to his.]
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Even more so when she feels the certainty behind his actions, his touch, the way that his lips devour her and his body lowers over her. She lifts up off the grass, her back arching again into his touch, seeking out more of the heat in his fingertips.
No longer able to stand the cold against her lips, she seeks him out, dragging him back up for another proper kiss, her lips parting in invitation to him and to draw him in. She needs this, too—to lose herself in everything that he is, and so she takes just as much.
Only to pause as she is forced to come up for air, whispering his name as she presses her forehead to his.]
But what about you...?