I'm thinking that I'm already writing to end the story, so why not try and write something to stop the darkness from getting into our world? Maybe it won't work, but maybe it will. Maybe it's not possible, but what if it is?
... Do you think Polaris could help me figure out how to do that? Would she even tell me?
[ He could see how maybe Polaris wouldn't want to share information with him, even if it was relayed to him by Jesse, and so he half-expects Jesse to tell him that's stupid. Impossible.
To Alan, it feels like it's been so much longer than just mere days. Of course, there's so much he doesn't know about Jesse, and of course he'd need more than days to really get to know her, and vice versa. Still, he can't help but think that he doesn't want to lose her, to go their separate ways, as strangers do. In his mind, they're not strangers, even though they have a lot to learn about each other.
The things she feels a need to do are things he feels he wants to do with her and to her as well. Kissing, touching, making her feel loved... Somehow, he knows she needs that. She needs to feel wanted. Is it instinct? Intuition? Guessing? He doesn't think it's a mere guess. ]
Jesse?
[ His voice has dropped a few notches into something deeper. Desiring, maybe. Trying to lure her in... but not in a negative way. He just wants to get closer to her, to get to know her better.
He sees that look in her eyes and notes the timidness of it, and that tells him he needs to move carefully: slowly, but surely too.
With these realizations in mind, he rocks his hips against hers once more, and then the hand at her shoulder slides the sleeve of her jacket down, leaving just her shoulder bare. He pauses, eyes moving to meet hers and asking wordlessly if this is all right with her.
His other hand moves to finger the edge of the tank top she wears as if testing whether or not she'll let him slide his hand beneath it as she did with his.
A question forms in his eyes too as he looks at her: Is this what you wanted to know? ]
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... Do you think Polaris could help me figure out how to do that? Would she even tell me?
[ He could see how maybe Polaris wouldn't want to share information with him, even if it was relayed to him by Jesse, and so he half-expects Jesse to tell him that's stupid. Impossible.
To Alan, it feels like it's been so much longer than just mere days. Of course, there's so much he doesn't know about Jesse, and of course he'd need more than days to really get to know her, and vice versa. Still, he can't help but think that he doesn't want to lose her, to go their separate ways, as strangers do. In his mind, they're not strangers, even though they have a lot to learn about each other.
The things she feels a need to do are things he feels he wants to do with her and to her as well. Kissing, touching, making her feel loved... Somehow, he knows she needs that. She needs to feel wanted. Is it instinct? Intuition? Guessing? He doesn't think it's a mere guess. ]
Jesse?
[ His voice has dropped a few notches into something deeper. Desiring, maybe. Trying to lure her in... but not in a negative way. He just wants to get closer to her, to get to know her better.
He sees that look in her eyes and notes the timidness of it, and that tells him he needs to move carefully: slowly, but surely too.
With these realizations in mind, he rocks his hips against hers once more, and then the hand at her shoulder slides the sleeve of her jacket down, leaving just her shoulder bare. He pauses, eyes moving to meet hers and asking wordlessly if this is all right with her.
His other hand moves to finger the edge of the tank top she wears as if testing whether or not she'll let him slide his hand beneath it as she did with his.
A question forms in his eyes too as he looks at her: Is this what you wanted to know? ]