[ Of course, her face crumples right as he lifts his head, which for a second adds to the misery of the moment; she doesn't want him to see and have more reason to feel guiltyโ
(and isn't that funny, how she is fighting against his guilt rather than for it, when her usual code would demand that he pay for how he's made her worry)
โbut he seems focused on pressing his mouth to hers, a quiet desperation in the action, and for a second she feels like she should pull back, not encourage this, but there's something about this, the way he seems to need it, that keeps her against him. And so her eyes sink shut, freeing the tears that slip down her cheeks, and her hands come upโ one to cup his cheek, the other to lay flat against his chest.
She wants to wrap her arms around him, pull him closer, but with his injuries she doesn't dare. Instead, she answers the kiss with a desperation of her own; like him, she's not seeking physicalityโ to the contrary, she wants him to feel how much she needs him, how grateful she is that he's back... how afraid she was for a moment that he wouldn't make it. ]
If it gets to be too much, [ she murmurs, not breaking away from him even as she talks, ] just tell me. I don't want... [ No, it's too much to explain like this. She just has to hope that he'll understand. ] Mm, never mind.
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(and isn't that funny, how she is fighting against his guilt rather than for it, when her usual code would demand that he pay for how he's made her worry)
โbut he seems focused on pressing his mouth to hers, a quiet desperation in the action, and for a second she feels like she should pull back, not encourage this, but there's something about this, the way he seems to need it, that keeps her against him. And so her eyes sink shut, freeing the tears that slip down her cheeks, and her hands come upโ one to cup his cheek, the other to lay flat against his chest.
She wants to wrap her arms around him, pull him closer, but with his injuries she doesn't dare. Instead, she answers the kiss with a desperation of her own; like him, she's not seeking physicalityโ to the contrary, she wants him to feel how much she needs him, how grateful she is that he's back... how afraid she was for a moment that he wouldn't make it. ]
If it gets to be too much, [ she murmurs, not breaking away from him even as she talks, ] just tell me. I don't want... [ No, it's too much to explain like this. She just has to hope that he'll understand. ] Mm, never mind.