[ While their years together hadn't made her a mind reader, she had known enough about him to puzzle out the things left unsaid whether they were aimed at her or not. It's true she had worried that during their last year here that that wouldn't be the case anymore. All the second guessing, all the strife about this rift between them had made her wonder if she had been delusionally naive to think that it would be like that forever. That all it had taken to unravel their bond had been a year and then some of being apart. She hadn't even realized it had been a fear until she had self-destructed what little they'd had left in a poorly thought out way of trying to salvage it.
But dwelling on the past and doing nothing about it wasn't going to help her, help them, move on. She tries to start here and now by reminding herself that the affection on his face is the same she sees when he looks at Sylvain. And she had to be okay with that. She was okay with that. She was learning to be okay with that. That's where she lets her thoughts stop for now: there is affection and there's warmth. Isn't that all she needs?
There's a soft, pleased giggle as Claude urges her legs around his waist as they step back into the room. Wiggling her hips she pulls herself a little closer by wrapping her legs a little tighter around him - less for stability's sake and more to be closer to him. A pretence of contemplation crosses her face. ]
I'll grant a suggestion. And depending on the suggestion, I might even throw in a hand massage for free.
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But dwelling on the past and doing nothing about it wasn't going to help her, help them, move on. She tries to start here and now by reminding herself that the affection on his face is the same she sees when he looks at Sylvain. And she had to be okay with that. She was okay with that. She was learning to be okay with that. That's where she lets her thoughts stop for now: there is affection and there's warmth. Isn't that all she needs?
There's a soft, pleased giggle as Claude urges her legs around his waist as they step back into the room. Wiggling her hips she pulls herself a little closer by wrapping her legs a little tighter around him - less for stability's sake and more to be closer to him. A pretence of contemplation crosses her face. ]
I'll grant a suggestion. And depending on the suggestion, I might even throw in a hand massage for free.