[it's familiar enough to be seamless, and yet wholly new at the same time. he's always been gentle with her, always careful, always giving her nothing less than his full attention, but there's still no precedent for the way his touch is so achingly tender, or for the way that what he'd told her is so clear in his kiss; not in their previous moments together, or in her life at all. they're open to each other in a way they've never been before — and that realization seizes in her chest. has her taking in a shaky gasp as he presses his lips to her throat.
this is intensity like she's never felt, and it —
doesn't scare her, because it's him. it feels right, because it's him.
and here, now, nothing else matters — including time.
but they've still squandered weeks of it away, haven't they? weeks that they could've been sharing this. maybe time doesn't matter, but she doesn't want to fucking waste any more of it.
she nudges them both upward, quickly capturing his mouth with hers before releasing as she does, if only so she can push his shirt from his shoulders and down his arms before tossing it aside, if only so she can give them enough space to work her own over head. if only so they can remove the last of what remains between them, piece by piece.]
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this is intensity like she's never felt, and it —
doesn't scare her, because it's him. it feels right, because it's him.
and here, now, nothing else matters — including time.
but they've still squandered weeks of it away, haven't they? weeks that they could've been sharing this. maybe time doesn't matter, but she doesn't want to fucking waste any more of it.
she nudges them both upward, quickly capturing his mouth with hers before releasing as she does, if only so she can push his shirt from his shoulders and down his arms before tossing it aside, if only so she can give them enough space to work her own over head. if only so they can remove the last of what remains between them, piece by piece.]