[ He pulls her away from him, and for a moment, she feels a flicker of loss; she forces it down. Or rather, she accepts it as a possibility she knew might come of this. He might turn her away.
He doesn't, though. Not really. Rather, he guides her up the dips of his abdomen and chest, and her fingers search out the rough abrasions of his scars. They are what make him recognizable to her. She draws a sharp breath when his teeth scrape across her fingers, and for the first time, the strength of her desire would become apparent again.
It's still there. ]
You'll find your way to me.
[ She brings her other hand to stroke his side, taking the chance to map his skin now that he has granted her that permission to consume him. This is talk of the future, though. Seeds planted. Reminders of what she is giving him. It's best to keep her eye on what's in front of her. ]
Until then, this is long enough for some things, as I recall.
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He doesn't, though. Not really. Rather, he guides her up the dips of his abdomen and chest, and her fingers search out the rough abrasions of his scars. They are what make him recognizable to her. She draws a sharp breath when his teeth scrape across her fingers, and for the first time, the strength of her desire would become apparent again.
It's still there. ]
You'll find your way to me.
[ She brings her other hand to stroke his side, taking the chance to map his skin now that he has granted her that permission to consume him. This is talk of the future, though. Seeds planted. Reminders of what she is giving him. It's best to keep her eye on what's in front of her. ]
Until then, this is long enough for some things, as I recall.