His words are swallowed by the closeness of her mouth, her breath, her hand on his cheek.
He's so close to breaking: either breaking open or breaking shut, he's not sure which, and it all seems so odd and so wrong and so right all at once. It's the way it could have been, the way he thought it would never be.
I can do without children.
It's a random enough thought, but it's there. He lets his finger trail up and down her arm, tiny gentle circles, up and down, admiring the silk of her skin, her soft warmth.
"Things are different now, aren't they."
He wishes he hadn't spoken. Not yet, and he leans forward to drag his lips across hers again. It's luxury; she's peacefulness and calming. She's sanctuary, even if it only lasts this one morning.
Bill has no idea where this is going to go. He only knows how he's reacting to her body against his. He'll try to be adult about it by light of day, but the memories of what happened by candlelight are a strong, strong seduction.
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Date: 2005-05-02 08:28 pm (UTC)His words are swallowed by the closeness of her mouth, her breath, her hand on his cheek.
He's so close to breaking: either breaking open or breaking shut, he's not sure which, and it all seems so odd and so wrong and so right all at once. It's the way it could have been, the way he thought it would never be.
I can do without children.
It's a random enough thought, but it's there. He lets his finger trail up and down her arm, tiny gentle circles, up and down, admiring the silk of her skin, her soft warmth.
"Things are different now, aren't they."
He wishes he hadn't spoken. Not yet, and he leans forward to drag his lips across hers again. It's luxury; she's peacefulness and calming. She's sanctuary, even if it only lasts this one morning.
Bill has no idea where this is going to go. He only knows how he's reacting to her body against his. He'll try to be adult about it by light of day, but the memories of what happened by candlelight are a strong, strong seduction.