[ She agrees breathlessly even as she helps him push off the fabric from his shoulders, catching her breath from his urgent kisses, confirmation as much as it is a reassurance right back at him. He's here with her in this moment, alive, surviving however they can.
We continue.
Lune shrugs off her own coat, squirming a little to tug the short sleeves down and away; buckles and buttons are worked loose by shaking fingers, his or hers, it hardly matters. The buttons of her overshirt give away, but there's more still in the white vest underneath βtoo fucking many buttons.
She doesn't entirely realize she's mumbling the complaint against Gustave's lips, a half-formed thought before she's kissing him again hungrily, with teeth and tongue and a low moan at the back of her throat. ]
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[ She agrees breathlessly even as she helps him push off the fabric from his shoulders, catching her breath from his urgent kisses, confirmation as much as it is a reassurance right back at him. He's here with her in this moment, alive, surviving however they can.
We continue.
Lune shrugs off her own coat, squirming a little to tug the short sleeves down and away; buckles and buttons are worked loose by shaking fingers, his or hers, it hardly matters. The buttons of her overshirt give away, but there's more still in the white vest underneath βtoo fucking many buttons.
She doesn't entirely realize she's mumbling the complaint against Gustave's lips, a half-formed thought before she's kissing him again hungrily, with teeth and tongue and a low moan at the back of her throat. ]