[He feels her weight at his back, the way she tries to eclipse him in spite of her smaller size. Her presence is like a heal coil, against the chill of his flesh and he finds himself seeking her in spite of himself. Somewhere between that and the silence, he swallows and begins to breathe manually.
He's already made himself so vulnerable -- its easy to recognize in that moment, where there is nowhere to go. Nowhere he can go, and nowhere he wants to go. There is only one answer he can offer to her request.
Its not swift, even knowing what little time they might have. It's been some time since he'd seen her face, really felt her there that he'd almost forgotten. Giving over at all...the only thing that makes it possible is that some traitorous part of him still isn't sure if he's dreaming.
He'd wake in the morning and realize that even prophecy could never feel as solid as the bond that encouraged his surrender in that moment. Their minds find each other again, and it is almost as if he's turned to face her without actually doing so. The motion of his hand around his length slowly shuttles to a halt.]
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He's already made himself so vulnerable -- its easy to recognize in that moment, where there is nowhere to go. Nowhere he can go, and nowhere he wants to go. There is only one answer he can offer to her request.
Its not swift, even knowing what little time they might have. It's been some time since he'd seen her face, really felt her there that he'd almost forgotten. Giving over at all...the only thing that makes it possible is that some traitorous part of him still isn't sure if he's dreaming.
He'd wake in the morning and realize that even prophecy could never feel as solid as the bond that encouraged his surrender in that moment. Their minds find each other again, and it is almost as if he's turned to face her without actually doing so. The motion of his hand around his length slowly shuttles to a halt.]