[ Her gaze softens at the incline of his head. He's saying "yes" in every way possible, but she still has that fear of letting go entirely. What happens if she let's go of control? What might spiral out or what damage is going to happen this time? Who is going to disappear if she let's someone else make the shots and handle the situation?
Does any of that matter when it's just the two of them?
And, whatever alien forces are at work as well.
That pull inside her keeps demanding attention and priority. Being made brighter. She still doesn't know if that source is from Polaris or herself and she isn't sure if she can trust it either. Who and what can she truly trust? She trusts Polaris, but, what isn't her friend telling her?
Her heart skips a beat this time at his smile. Pink comes to her cheeks.
« He really is handsome. »
The tug at her jeans pulls her attention away from the thoughts swirling in her head. Darkened green eyes immediately snap to his gray ones. His hands move down her hips with her pants. She inhales sharply once more. That pull tugs at her again. Fast. Loud. Nothing else should matter other than the moment at hand.
A shudder moves through her whole body once more as at the feel of his hands. The realization strikes that it's all her. She wants him to touch her, move against her, kiss her. Touch those places he has once already that makes her weak everywhere. There's something about him and her that the other forces have latched onto and have made whatever it is resonate louder. ]
Alan... [ She says his name more as a way to give permission and becon at the same time. ]
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Does any of that matter when it's just the two of them?
And, whatever alien forces are at work as well.
That pull inside her keeps demanding attention and priority. Being made brighter. She still doesn't know if that source is from Polaris or herself and she isn't sure if she can trust it either. Who and what can she truly trust? She trusts Polaris, but, what isn't her friend telling her?
Her heart skips a beat this time at his smile. Pink comes to her cheeks.
« He really is handsome. »
The tug at her jeans pulls her attention away from the thoughts swirling in her head. Darkened green eyes immediately snap to his gray ones. His hands move down her hips with her pants. She inhales sharply once more. That pull tugs at her again. Fast. Loud. Nothing else should matter other than the moment at hand.
A shudder moves through her whole body once more as at the feel of his hands. The realization strikes that it's all her. She wants him to touch her, move against her, kiss her. Touch those places he has once already that makes her weak everywhere. There's something about him and her that the other forces have latched onto and have made whatever it is resonate louder. ]
Alan... [ She says his name more as a way to give permission and becon at the same time. ]