She hasn't been held like this, touched like this, kissed like this, for longer than she cares to remember. She presses against the lean line of his body, muscle memory tangling with here and now.
Her hands skim his upper arms, rounding his shoulders, until she's cradling his cheeks between her palms. She's seen his face time and again, in the black behind her closed eyelids, while she transported herself somewhere far away from harsh voices, the pinpricks of needles, learned helplessness and an erratic heartbeat.
("I'll be right back, I promise."
"Take as long as you need — I'm not going anywhere.")
She's flushed when she breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to lick her lips as she takes in an unsteady breath.
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Date: 2010-11-08 11:45 pm (UTC)She hasn't been held like this, touched like this, kissed like this, for longer than she cares to remember. She presses against the lean line of his body, muscle memory tangling with here and now.
Her hands skim his upper arms, rounding his shoulders, until she's cradling his cheeks between her palms. She's seen his face time and again, in the black behind her closed eyelids, while she transported herself somewhere far away from harsh voices, the pinpricks of needles, learned helplessness and an erratic heartbeat.
("I'll be right back, I promise."
She's flushed when she breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to lick her lips as she takes in an unsteady breath.