Suggestion, yes, but one that prompts a smile beneath the application of that kiss.
What an impossible thing, Loxley being better than he is now.
"Yes," only comes after her feet have left the floor. After she's occupying space beside him, already tucking herself closer. What's left of her clothes, whatever hadn't already slipped to the floor, is shucked with a brisk twitch of shoulder and arm, casting away her tunic. There's little else.
She'd meant to go to bed. Hours ago. Before Holden—
Her hands run down Loxley's shoulders, splay across his chest. Reassures herself of the rise and fall of his chest, all the warmth of his skin and familiar array of scars.
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What an impossible thing, Loxley being better than he is now.
"Yes," only comes after her feet have left the floor. After she's occupying space beside him, already tucking herself closer. What's left of her clothes, whatever hadn't already slipped to the floor, is shucked with a brisk twitch of shoulder and arm, casting away her tunic. There's little else.
She'd meant to go to bed. Hours ago. Before Holden—
Her hands run down Loxley's shoulders, splay across his chest. Reassures herself of the rise and fall of his chest, all the warmth of his skin and familiar array of scars.
"Please," she murmurs, an unnecessary addition.