( to think, neither of them had come here for this, rather their own form of making up for what's been lost, and found one another along the way. she could only ever grow close to someone, it seemed, when it felt as if she had no other choice, when she wakes up within tangle of sheets in the morning, so often with ankle linked with his, and revels in all that's happened, like it's all happening without her say so.
and really, it is. it should be unsettling, and it isn't without fear, without those moments where she over analyzes, thinks too much about what would happen beyond cadelle. but right here, right now, they didn't need to worry about that. not yet.
so when he tells her he's happy the entirety of her feature beam, smile still present even when he ducks down to press lips to hers. she could almost snicker with the elation of it all, how tender, how profound, how easily she's lost again to the way it feels to have his mouth on hers. a press onto her toes if only to reach him better, to return that kiss, let him witness the truth to her words through action. )
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and really, it is. it should be unsettling, and it isn't without fear, without those moments where she over analyzes, thinks too much about what would happen beyond cadelle. but right here, right now, they didn't need to worry about that. not yet.
so when he tells her he's happy the entirety of her feature beam, smile still present even when he ducks down to press lips to hers. she could almost snicker with the elation of it all, how tender, how profound, how easily she's lost again to the way it feels to have his mouth on hers. a press onto her toes if only to reach him better, to return that kiss, let him witness the truth to her words through action. )