[Beneath the heat in her eyes, something else shimmers in them. Hope, maybe? Relief? No, it's something else that runs far, far deeper than that, to a place where she doesn't dare tread. A place where she is still a little too scared to look, even if she knows the truth of it. Has known the truth of it for a while...
But she does not want to go there now. Doesn't want any more of those thoughts to loom over her. Not when she has him here in the flowers beneath the stars, in a moment that is so perfect that she fears even breathing would shatter it.]
I just... I want you to be sure that this is what you want, too.
[Yet even still, she does not want him to regret a thing. Does not want him fearing for her after.
So she leans up to kiss him a little more softly, as if seeking the answer in the warmth of his lips against her own.]
Because I want it, too. This. Us...
[Her hands slide up his arms and then down, before she moves them to slip beneath his shirt, her palms hot against his stomach as she gently nudges the fabric away.]
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But she does not want to go there now. Doesn't want any more of those thoughts to loom over her. Not when she has him here in the flowers beneath the stars, in a moment that is so perfect that she fears even breathing would shatter it.]
I just... I want you to be sure that this is what you want, too.
[Yet even still, she does not want him to regret a thing. Does not want him fearing for her after.
So she leans up to kiss him a little more softly, as if seeking the answer in the warmth of his lips against her own.]
Because I want it, too. This. Us...
[Her hands slide up his arms and then down, before she moves them to slip beneath his shirt, her palms hot against his stomach as she gently nudges the fabric away.]