[ His hold on her loosens; she'd barely noticed how hard it was to begin with, though she'll probably end up with a few light, finger-shaped bruises in the morning. She wilts and sags against him, still shuddering and softly panting. Her head turns and her cheek rests on his collarbone, her breath hot in the small gap between her face and his neck.
In the quiet, her heartbeat slows back to a normal pace. Her limbs feel like jelly, heavy and unstable. When she manages to force herself to roll slightly to the side, it's like only her hips and legs get the message, leaving her still half-draped over him. One hand lies on his chest, thumb absently moving back and forth on his skin. ]
What happened? [ She's barely murmuring, the words thick in her throat. Jaskier gave her some very broad strokes, but it made little sense. ] In your dream?
[ It wasn't really a dream, she knows that. Dreams don't leave scars. But she doesn't have a better word. ]
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In the quiet, her heartbeat slows back to a normal pace. Her limbs feel like jelly, heavy and unstable. When she manages to force herself to roll slightly to the side, it's like only her hips and legs get the message, leaving her still half-draped over him. One hand lies on his chest, thumb absently moving back and forth on his skin. ]
What happened? [ She's barely murmuring, the words thick in her throat. Jaskier gave her some very broad strokes, but it made little sense. ] In your dream?
[ It wasn't really a dream, she knows that. Dreams don't leave scars. But she doesn't have a better word. ]