[ she finds that even as they linger, the urge to pull away from him never quite appears. she's always been used to that - to rolling over to the other side of the bed, to the comfortable matching of their breaths as they've laid side by side. that's always been fine, she's always needed a little of that space to get her bearings again and to separate herself from the way her entire body sings with him, but right now? right now she can't quite convince herself it would be worth it.
yennefer knows they will need to part. knows that this time with him is limited, and that she'll be expected back. it would be the way of fate that the one time she actively wants to stay is one where remaining, really and truly remaining, is impossible.
they do finally part - but neither of them are ready to go far, and almost immediately after he is leaning in to kiss her again. she kisses him back, her lips swollen and tasting of him, as her arms untangle from around him. as her hands return to his chest - gentle presses of skin on skin, where she can feel the distant, slow beat of his heart. i missed you he says, his voice that same low growl, but somehow so different. so new. it sends something of a shudder through her as she breaks away from the kiss to look at him. to find his eyes and see - these are words they've been passing between them, one of the many that goes unsaid. she's felt it in the way he's grabbed for her, the way his arms wrap around her and hold her tight. the way everything she sees, she hears, she smells - is him. him and her.
once more, he can catch a glimpse of a smile, softer around the edges. smaller. something private and uncertain and his as she leans forward to press her forehead against his. to take a deep, slow breath. ]
I've missed you too. [ she nearly whispers - hoping that he knows, just as she's known through him, how much she's been saying it too. how much those words have been pushing at her. because while she knows as well as he does that they can never go back to where they once were, she is finding that this new version, this unexplored path, might not be nearly as bad as she had once believed.
yennefer finds herself curling into him, then. finding exactly where it is she can fit where she is as wrapped up in him as possible. and then she lets out a breath - a sigh, even - just as soft, just as content, just as gentle.
she knows she can't stay, but perhaps they can have a bit longer. just a bit. ]
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yennefer knows they will need to part. knows that this time with him is limited, and that she'll be expected back. it would be the way of fate that the one time she actively wants to stay is one where remaining, really and truly remaining, is impossible.
they do finally part - but neither of them are ready to go far, and almost immediately after he is leaning in to kiss her again. she kisses him back, her lips swollen and tasting of him, as her arms untangle from around him. as her hands return to his chest - gentle presses of skin on skin, where she can feel the distant, slow beat of his heart. i missed you he says, his voice that same low growl, but somehow so different. so new. it sends something of a shudder through her as she breaks away from the kiss to look at him. to find his eyes and see - these are words they've been passing between them, one of the many that goes unsaid. she's felt it in the way he's grabbed for her, the way his arms wrap around her and hold her tight. the way everything she sees, she hears, she smells - is him. him and her.
once more, he can catch a glimpse of a smile, softer around the edges. smaller. something private and uncertain and his as she leans forward to press her forehead against his. to take a deep, slow breath. ]
I've missed you too. [ she nearly whispers - hoping that he knows, just as she's known through him, how much she's been saying it too. how much those words have been pushing at her. because while she knows as well as he does that they can never go back to where they once were, she is finding that this new version, this unexplored path, might not be nearly as bad as she had once believed.
yennefer finds herself curling into him, then. finding exactly where it is she can fit where she is as wrapped up in him as possible. and then she lets out a breath - a sigh, even - just as soft, just as content, just as gentle.
she knows she can't stay, but perhaps they can have a bit longer. just a bit. ]