[ She turns into him, her hand lifting to the side of his face, and he's never been this close to her before, close enough for her mouth to press to the corner of his. Her eyes are huge and dark and her voice is a barely there whisper, and then he's leaning in, quick and stuttered like a belated reflex, his mouth on hers firm enough to be almost forceful.
Sophie had teased him about Lune only the other day. Sophie hadโ Sophieโ
An anguished sound tears from his chest and he shifts more to face her, his arm moving from around her back to drive his fingers into the slippery, mussed waves of her hair. It isn't romantic, the way he might have been if they'd sidled along a winding path to this point over cups of coffee and glasses of wine and lingering glances and touches that smolder in memoryโ it's needy and, he thinks (with what's left enough of him to think at all) needed. Maybe she'll take some comfort in the solidity of his body, his beating pulse, the way his breath scrapes in his chest.
He kisses her again, and again, lips parting to lavish kisses over her mouth, his fabricated hand gripping the cloth of her uniform as he holds her to him. His head is still fuzzy and strange, but it's emptying now into clouds of steam. If she wants this distraction, if she needs this closeness, he's more than happy to provide. He needs it, too. ]
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Sophie had teased him about Lune only the other day. Sophie hadโ Sophieโ
An anguished sound tears from his chest and he shifts more to face her, his arm moving from around her back to drive his fingers into the slippery, mussed waves of her hair. It isn't romantic, the way he might have been if they'd sidled along a winding path to this point over cups of coffee and glasses of wine and lingering glances and touches that smolder in memoryโ it's needy and, he thinks (with what's left enough of him to think at all) needed. Maybe she'll take some comfort in the solidity of his body, his beating pulse, the way his breath scrapes in his chest.
He kisses her again, and again, lips parting to lavish kisses over her mouth, his fabricated hand gripping the cloth of her uniform as he holds her to him. His head is still fuzzy and strange, but it's emptying now into clouds of steam. If she wants this distraction, if she needs this closeness, he's more than happy to provide. He needs it, too. ]