[ Her eyes remain locked onto his as he speaks. Her heart pounds pounder with each word. Something inside her knows he isn't lying. Nothing he says is just something to wind her up to want him. It's the truth. It's how he really feels. That drive to be brighter clenches inside her. It's more than that though. She wants him; wants him to touch and kiss her. If he can accept all her weirdness and her craziness and find it normal...
Why shouldn't she want him?
His hand snags the waistband of her underwear. A shuddered breath leaves her. That last wall seems to have crumbled down. Maybe her mind shouldn't take those three words as him accepting her. Maybe logic and caution should be dictating more. It isn't. All that's there is the need to be his and to be more than a paranoid girl running away from the government.
I want you. She mouths the words against his lips. They're too difficult to say. She is relying on him to put his writing skills to use. See what she's saying without saying it.
The tank top is still on as is her bra, but she finds she doesn't care if they stay on or off. Kissing him and feeling his hands on her hips is far more important. ]
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Why shouldn't she want him?
His hand snags the waistband of her underwear. A shuddered breath leaves her. That last wall seems to have crumbled down. Maybe her mind shouldn't take those three words as him accepting her. Maybe logic and caution should be dictating more. It isn't. All that's there is the need to be his and to be more than a paranoid girl running away from the government.
I want you. She mouths the words against his lips. They're too difficult to say. She is relying on him to put his writing skills to use. See what she's saying without saying it.
The tank top is still on as is her bra, but she finds she doesn't care if they stay on or off. Kissing him and feeling his hands on her hips is far more important. ]