[There's a suggestion of urgency, a part of her that wants to rush them against some undefined deadline, but there isn't one. Every time she reminds herself that there isn't one is a pleasure, a stuttering revelation in loop. She'll keep him forever, for real this time.
She closes her eyes and licks at his lips, letting the soft pressure of them push her worries out of her mind. When he pulls her closer, she leans in too until she's pressing him slightly into the back of the couch and the very few inches she has on him mean he would have to be tilting his head up slightly. The warmth in his voice makes her fingers tighten, and she doesn't bother replying, only deepens their kiss, gradually, too slowly.
It's like holding back, but it isn't. She wants him to have time to stop her and tries to trust that he will, but it's more than that. Because not getting what she wants... sometimes that's what she wants. Longing for Bruce while she has him and can have him fulfills something too.]
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She closes her eyes and licks at his lips, letting the soft pressure of them push her worries out of her mind. When he pulls her closer, she leans in too until she's pressing him slightly into the back of the couch and the very few inches she has on him mean he would have to be tilting his head up slightly. The warmth in his voice makes her fingers tighten, and she doesn't bother replying, only deepens their kiss, gradually, too slowly.
It's like holding back, but it isn't. She wants him to have time to stop her and tries to trust that he will, but it's more than that. Because not getting what she wants... sometimes that's what she wants. Longing for Bruce while she has him and can have him fulfills something too.]