He doesn't answer her, and for a moment she's worried his mind's completely destroyed after everything that's happened. Her eyes widen a little as he leans closer, ready to say something to try and bring him back to her, but he doesn't give her the chance. His lips meet hers and... everything falls away.
The heat that builds in her isn't the same as it was before, when he was pure ice against her in his lingering rage and anger. A fire then, fueled by her own unspent emotion, the violence sharpening her hard edges so she might cut into him and never let go. Now it's gently stoked embers, soft and comforting like the touch of warm night air on her skin. She doesn't know the feeling at all, doesn't understand where it's coming from or why it exists, but it's... wonderful. It's poured into her as if she's a glass to be filled, and it... it's... so much. Dreams, it's too much, and yet it's somehow not enough.
What is this feeling? Where did it come from? How did he...? How is it...?
All questions without answers, and for once, she doesn't care to find them. It doesn't matter when he's here.
An arm wraps around his torso as she presses herself into him, her other hand resting along his jaw as she parts her lips and invites a deeper connection between them. This isn't the rough or playful treatment she's come to associate with their more intimate moments; this is loving, offered with a depth and meaning she doesn't know or have words for. She craves more of it, but holds herself back, a lingering part of her mind still worried for his current physical state.
They shouldn't do this, not after everything that happened. She... she can hold back. She can put distance between them to keep them both safe. To keep him safe. They'll have time later. In the morning. Just... not now.
It's physically painful to break her lips from his, and it shows in her face. Her mask is slipping, her grasp on it failing under the weight of this moment. She's panting softly as she tries to put the smallest distance between them, exhaustion beginning to color her features.
"Wolfe, we should... We need sleep." Her lip trembles a little as she tries to force a small smile. It doesn't work at all. "Rest, then we can do anything you like. I promise."
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The heat that builds in her isn't the same as it was before, when he was pure ice against her in his lingering rage and anger. A fire then, fueled by her own unspent emotion, the violence sharpening her hard edges so she might cut into him and never let go. Now it's gently stoked embers, soft and comforting like the touch of warm night air on her skin. She doesn't know the feeling at all, doesn't understand where it's coming from or why it exists, but it's... wonderful. It's poured into her as if she's a glass to be filled, and it... it's... so much. Dreams, it's too much, and yet it's somehow not enough.
What is this feeling? Where did it come from? How did he...? How is it...?
All questions without answers, and for once, she doesn't care to find them. It doesn't matter when he's here.
An arm wraps around his torso as she presses herself into him, her other hand resting along his jaw as she parts her lips and invites a deeper connection between them. This isn't the rough or playful treatment she's come to associate with their more intimate moments; this is loving, offered with a depth and meaning she doesn't know or have words for. She craves more of it, but holds herself back, a lingering part of her mind still worried for his current physical state.
They shouldn't do this, not after everything that happened. She... she can hold back. She can put distance between them to keep them both safe. To keep him safe. They'll have time later. In the morning. Just... not now.
It's physically painful to break her lips from his, and it shows in her face. Her mask is slipping, her grasp on it failing under the weight of this moment. She's panting softly as she tries to put the smallest distance between them, exhaustion beginning to color her features.
"Wolfe, we should... We need sleep." Her lip trembles a little as she tries to force a small smile. It doesn't work at all. "Rest, then we can do anything you like. I promise."