[ even hearing her name from him makes her body respond; she can't step any closer or she knows she'll be begging. this is one of those forced situations and, if not forced, then certainly orchestrated for a reason. ]
The rain. [ she swallows, understanding but not objecting just yet. would it be so bad, giving in like this? letting his hands - she remembers his hands so well - touch her, his mouth roam over her skin, and then she blinks again, the imagery fading only slightly. ] Having you here isn't helping.
[ one hand goes to her neck, the other to the flat of her stomach under her shirt as she attempts to calm her own nerves, anything to stem the rising arousal. every part of her wants to tell him it doesn't matter, but it does. she's never wanted him more than she does right now, and she's not even aware of just how much of that desire and need is projected on her face. on the way she's taken a step toward him. ]
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The rain. [ she swallows, understanding but not objecting just yet. would it be so bad, giving in like this? letting his hands - she remembers his hands so well - touch her, his mouth roam over her skin, and then she blinks again, the imagery fading only slightly. ] Having you here isn't helping.
[ one hand goes to her neck, the other to the flat of her stomach under her shirt as she attempts to calm her own nerves, anything to stem the rising arousal. every part of her wants to tell him it doesn't matter, but it does. she's never wanted him more than she does right now, and she's not even aware of just how much of that desire and need is projected on her face. on the way she's taken a step toward him. ]
Don't go.
[ it comes out pleading, a whisper. ]