[ well now it's time for her to probably be tonguing the air...
but she can feel him better now, at least - it's still strange, still different, but there is enough there for her to know what to do, how to react, how to feel. his kiss might feel distant and cold but it is still familiar, still the same kiss she has known for a long, long time, and it's as simple as breathing to lean into it, to part her lips and shiver at the sweet, oddly chilly touch of his tongue.
his hands are around hers, she knows they are his hands now, she can feel his fingers, his palms, mayhaps because he is growing closer to her, but also perhaps because her eyes are closed and she is better able to feel the shape of him, the meaning of him.
a soft murmur echoes between their mouths and she presses in nearer, her fingers weaving through his own with familiar ease. why did she think this would be difficult? ]
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but she can feel him better now, at least - it's still strange, still different, but there is enough there for her to know what to do, how to react, how to feel. his kiss might feel distant and cold but it is still familiar, still the same kiss she has known for a long, long time, and it's as simple as breathing to lean into it, to part her lips and shiver at the sweet, oddly chilly touch of his tongue.
his hands are around hers, she knows they are his hands now, she can feel his fingers, his palms, mayhaps because he is growing closer to her, but also perhaps because her eyes are closed and she is better able to feel the shape of him, the meaning of him.
a soft murmur echoes between their mouths and she presses in nearer, her fingers weaving through his own with familiar ease. why did she think this would be difficult? ]