[ It is a blessing, because Julie does not know what she would do if he were actually gone. Let alone gone for a year or two, however long his dream was supposed to span. That would be true torture, worse than the isolation she endured in the wake of Captain Trips -- not just for him to disappear, but the not knowing whether he's coming back or if he'll even remember her.
But she does imagine that this experience is not unlike actually being gone. Like all those months were somehow added to the calendar between yesterday and today. And as far as Julie is concerned, that can be the same as real time passed, at least in this way. She doesn't need the excuse, but damned if she won't take it.
Even before he can lead her hand downward, she's opening the buttons of his trousers with the deft precision of her magical one. Her flesh fingers drag down his skin, outstretched as he maneuvers her. There's a hitch in her breath and a smoldering feeling in her veins; the warmth spreads inside her body when she grasps him, eyes flicking open to glance at his face. ]
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But she does imagine that this experience is not unlike actually being gone. Like all those months were somehow added to the calendar between yesterday and today. And as far as Julie is concerned, that can be the same as real time passed, at least in this way. She doesn't need the excuse, but damned if she won't take it.
Even before he can lead her hand downward, she's opening the buttons of his trousers with the deft precision of her magical one. Her flesh fingers drag down his skin, outstretched as he maneuvers her. There's a hitch in her breath and a smoldering feeling in her veins; the warmth spreads inside her body when she grasps him, eyes flicking open to glance at his face. ]