[ Dealing with things like this are never safe. Jesse learned that as a child. Everyone and anyone is in danger during them. It's easier to go through it with someone at your side. Dylan was there for her, so maybe she can be here for Alan. If he wants her at his side. He already has his best friend. The one downstairs passed out from moonshine while she and Alan...
The sound of her name causes her to look up at him. Eyes locked onto his. Breathing heavily against his mouth, a glazed look to her expression, heartbeat pounding. The feeling inside her beginning to tighten and the need to throw her arms around him and disappear into the flow between them. Let him lead the dance they seem to know despite never having been on the dance floor together. ]
Uh-huh, [ Jesse breathes the reply that sounds more than words. Agreeing. Feeling him at her hips with no jeans in the way makes another sound come from her. Lower, beckoning him. Lips brush along his.
I want him... I want to be his. I don't--does why matter? Does where this comes from matter? It feels like me. That I want--
Jesse's eyes widen at his next statement. They immediately lock onto his and she stills. Not that she was doing much more than moving to his beat anyways. Her heart pounds and not just because of the physical state he's pulling her into. ]
You--you love me? [ The words come in a rush against his mouth. Everything feels like it's stopped around them. Just the two of them in the world. The two of them and their otherworldly companions. ] You do...?
[ Her mind feels stopped but her body hasn't. When next he pushed their hips together, her head tilts back slightly with an excited moan making it's way from her. Her heart pounds. He loves her. It's not some spur of the moment action, it's not driven by alcohol, Polaris hadn't nudged him in anyway...
« We barely know each other. How can he love me? Do I love him? Even though we just met... and nothing makes sense about it... do I... »
Her mouth is on his again. Kissing, body shifting, legs wrapping around his to pull him closer if it's even possible. That pull wants her to spiral down into him. He loves her. Why wouldn't she want to? She pushes herself up enough to slip out of her flannel shirt. It's tossed to the side. Both hands bundle into thr hem of his black shirt and she rocks against him again. ]
I...
[ No, words are too difficult to use. She can't explain what she wants with them. Instead, Jesse arcs her back again. Chest presses into his. Her hips meet his but she purposely pushes herself onto him. A gasp leaves her before her whole body shudders again. ]
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The sound of her name causes her to look up at him. Eyes locked onto his. Breathing heavily against his mouth, a glazed look to her expression, heartbeat pounding. The feeling inside her beginning to tighten and the need to throw her arms around him and disappear into the flow between them. Let him lead the dance they seem to know despite never having been on the dance floor together. ]
Uh-huh, [ Jesse breathes the reply that sounds more than words. Agreeing. Feeling him at her hips with no jeans in the way makes another sound come from her. Lower, beckoning him. Lips brush along his.
I want him... I want to be his. I don't--does why matter? Does where this comes from matter? It feels like me. That I want--
Jesse's eyes widen at his next statement. They immediately lock onto his and she stills. Not that she was doing much more than moving to his beat anyways. Her heart pounds and not just because of the physical state he's pulling her into. ]
You--you love me? [ The words come in a rush against his mouth. Everything feels like it's stopped around them. Just the two of them in the world. The two of them and their otherworldly companions. ] You do...?
[ Her mind feels stopped but her body hasn't. When next he pushed their hips together, her head tilts back slightly with an excited moan making it's way from her. Her heart pounds. He loves her. It's not some spur of the moment action, it's not driven by alcohol, Polaris hadn't nudged him in anyway...
« We barely know each other. How can he love me? Do I love him? Even though we just met... and nothing makes sense about it... do I... »
Her mouth is on his again. Kissing, body shifting, legs wrapping around his to pull him closer if it's even possible. That pull wants her to spiral down into him. He loves her. Why wouldn't she want to? She pushes herself up enough to slip out of her flannel shirt. It's tossed to the side. Both hands bundle into thr hem of his black shirt and she rocks against him again. ]
I...
[ No, words are too difficult to use. She can't explain what she wants with them. Instead, Jesse arcs her back again. Chest presses into his. Her hips meet his but she purposely pushes herself onto him. A gasp leaves her before her whole body shudders again. ]