[ She'd like to think he knows better than that by now, knows that she knows precisely the effect the past can have on people and wants to be there for him, but if she knows the effect the past can have on someone she knows equally well how hard it is to tell others about it, the idea that no one else will really understand. It's a peculiar sense of isolation, and one she wants to strip from him.
But she can see and feel those muscles tensing, the abdomen under her hand, and she smiles and presses herself closer against him, skin on skin for a little while, her heartbeat against his chest. ] What am I going to do with you?
[ Low and quiet, and she pulls away so that she can trail kisses down his chest, nipping at the spots she knows are most sensitive, hand sliding slower around his hipbone. ]
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But she can see and feel those muscles tensing, the abdomen under her hand, and she smiles and presses herself closer against him, skin on skin for a little while, her heartbeat against his chest. ] What am I going to do with you?
[ Low and quiet, and she pulls away so that she can trail kisses down his chest, nipping at the spots she knows are most sensitive, hand sliding slower around his hipbone. ]