[ She leans into his hold to kiss him again--this time not so hastily or crushingly, but softly. Tenderly. ]
I'm sorry I can't give you more--or keep you.
[ He should know that already-- but she's finding there's so much between them that goes unsaid or misunderstood... it's better to just come out with it, she thinks. ]
[ He knows. But he's grateful for the thought, even if it can't be realized. That she wishes to be able to achieve both of those goals is lofty goal, even if she was able to do it. His other arm wraps around her tightly. A stark contrast to the gentleness of his lips as they meet hers.
But a gentle touch is all they are given as just as suddenly as he arrived here on this place--he's gone. Air the only thing remaining in bed in the wake of his absence except for the body heat left behind on the bedding. ]
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I'm sorry I can't give you more--or keep you.
[ He should know that already-- but she's finding there's so much between them that goes unsaid or misunderstood... it's better to just come out with it, she thinks. ]
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But a gentle touch is all they are given as just as suddenly as he arrived here on this place--he's gone. Air the only thing remaining in bed in the wake of his absence except for the body heat left behind on the bedding. ]
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RUDE
how was THAT all the time they had?! ]