[ Her pupils are blown out when they meet his gaze, her lips slightly parted. His eyes are the color of amber in the dim light, and she feels like she could get trapped in them, like the universe's luckiest prehistoric mosquito. When he kisses her again, her nails dig into his back as her stomach flutters; never has she wanted anyone as consistently and desperately as she wants him.
Yes, this is right. The two of them, both together and separately, in this world. In this bed. They have both suffered enough to have earned this life, this contentment. And she will die again before she lets anything rob them of it.
He tugs her closer and she arches into him, her leg hooking over his and further tangling them up. A small noise escapes from somewhere deep in her chest, unarticulated desire that gets lost against his tongue as her grip on him tightens. Her head spins as she moves her other hand into his hair, clutches it between her fingers. ]
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Yes, this is right. The two of them, both together and separately, in this world. In this bed. They have both suffered enough to have earned this life, this contentment. And she will die again before she lets anything rob them of it.
He tugs her closer and she arches into him, her leg hooking over his and further tangling them up. A small noise escapes from somewhere deep in her chest, unarticulated desire that gets lost against his tongue as her grip on him tightens. Her head spins as she moves her other hand into his hair, clutches it between her fingers. ]