[ He reaches back for her, and her heart expands in her chest. Some part of her wants to cry for him, but she saves her tears. The fight's not over. This fight, the push and pull between the two of them, isn't over. So she bites down on it and lets the way he cradles her head feed her hope instead.
Slowly, she shifts, picks herself up to help him turn over. His sticky ending will leave a stain on her clothing, but the lubricant already has. It's a foregone conclusion. She wants to see his face. Red and fatigued and close.
As soon as he has turned over, she rests her forehead to his. Their breath synchronizes, and she reaches one hand up to cradle his face. She had spent so much of this seeming a distant figure, a ghost haunting him, yet she can't help but be here with him now the moment the opportunity presents itself. ]
Ben ...
[ She doesn't have anything to follow that with. It's just soft and yearning, a promise. ]
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Slowly, she shifts, picks herself up to help him turn over. His sticky ending will leave a stain on her clothing, but the lubricant already has. It's a foregone conclusion. She wants to see his face. Red and fatigued and close.
As soon as he has turned over, she rests her forehead to his. Their breath synchronizes, and she reaches one hand up to cradle his face. She had spent so much of this seeming a distant figure, a ghost haunting him, yet she can't help but be here with him now the moment the opportunity presents itself. ]
Ben ...
[ She doesn't have anything to follow that with. It's just soft and yearning, a promise. ]