[ Jesse has had encounters. She's kissed, done more than just that. The results were ways she learned on a more personal level she couldn't trust people with things about her and her past. She didn't sleep with just anyone, but he still couldn't accept what she said and believed. He still thought she needed help.
That's not how it feels right now with Alan Wake.
She can feel a hunger for her. Not just physically, but also for that otherworldly part of her. The part she doesn't even entirely understand herself just yet. It isn't just that. She feels that part of her hunger for him as well. Those two words repeat in her mind even if she barely can grasp the meaning of them. Something about her and something about him click on all fronts. Jesse isn't a wordsmith or even someone who would romanticize it all in her mind.
Even then, something about Alan Wake makes her feel like she is his and he is hers.
Complimentary pieces. Not exactly made for one another, but ones that could click if the right circumstances came together all at once.
It seems as if they have.
Fingers trail along her skin as he moves along the strap of her tank top. She groans at first, then the sound changes into a softer moan at the kiss. Her mouth opens, tongue meeting his, trying to learn the movements to match his. Her hips shift again.
« He's just going speed up and then back down... again and again... »
The idea causes a reaction she hadn't expected. Her back arcs again, but she settles down entirely on the floor once more. Hands move along his arm and in his hair as she continues to kiss him. She can feel her body start to shake already. It's almost embarrassing how he's already brought her to this point with just kissing and moving their hips together. ]
Alan. [ Just his name breathed on his mouth. No trailing off, no implications. Just a tone filled with deep desire, longing, and maybe even love.]
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That's not how it feels right now with Alan Wake.
She can feel a hunger for her. Not just physically, but also for that otherworldly part of her. The part she doesn't even entirely understand herself just yet. It isn't just that. She feels that part of her hunger for him as well. Those two words repeat in her mind even if she barely can grasp the meaning of them. Something about her and something about him click on all fronts. Jesse isn't a wordsmith or even someone who would romanticize it all in her mind.
Even then, something about Alan Wake makes her feel like she is his and he is hers.
Complimentary pieces. Not exactly made for one another, but ones that could click if the right circumstances came together all at once.
It seems as if they have.
Fingers trail along her skin as he moves along the strap of her tank top. She groans at first, then the sound changes into a softer moan at the kiss. Her mouth opens, tongue meeting his, trying to learn the movements to match his. Her hips shift again.
« He's just going speed up and then back down... again and again... »
The idea causes a reaction she hadn't expected. Her back arcs again, but she settles down entirely on the floor once more. Hands move along his arm and in his hair as she continues to kiss him. She can feel her body start to shake already. It's almost embarrassing how he's already brought her to this point with just kissing and moving their hips together. ]
Alan. [ Just his name breathed on his mouth. No trailing off, no implications. Just a tone filled with deep desire, longing, and maybe even love.]