[ If she's crumbled apart, it's only in the best way; her heart is still racing when she raises her hands to his face. Her fingers curl into his cheeks as she kisses him fiercely. The room could be on fire right now and she would have no clue, she's so focussed on him.
It is, in the grand scheme of things, a small moment, but for the first time in a week -- or longer -- she can't feel any fear or stress or a crushing sense of panic. Only the sensation of furiously beating wings inside her chest, pressing against her ribs in a way that's strangely both the best and worst feeling she's ever had. They are here, together, and it's good.
More coherent thoughts start to enter her head, once she's caught her breath, and her hands drop to pull at his shirt. He feels like a radiator on top of her, and all she can think is that she would rather be burned than have the barrier between them. ]
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It is, in the grand scheme of things, a small moment, but for the first time in a week -- or longer -- she can't feel any fear or stress or a crushing sense of panic. Only the sensation of furiously beating wings inside her chest, pressing against her ribs in a way that's strangely both the best and worst feeling she's ever had. They are here, together, and it's good.
More coherent thoughts start to enter her head, once she's caught her breath, and her hands drop to pull at his shirt. He feels like a radiator on top of her, and all she can think is that she would rather be burned than have the barrier between them. ]