Were you. [ It's not a question when she delivers it across the strong shape of his mouth, those kisses they seem to drift in and out of between words before his lips descend over the curve of her chin, the underside of her jawline, closer to her neck. Closer to her mark. ] I hadn't noticed.
[ Granted, they'd both been weakened in their own ways, not existing in their full strength, the height of their power; if he has to be mindful of how he grips her now, wary of bruising, wary of leaving his touch behind long after they part from one another, she understands it, but she wants more of it in equal measure. Instinctively, she arches into the stroke of his hands over her body, experiencing the warmth of it even through the fabric of her coat and gown.
And at his apology she curls herself more into his lap, her other arm slipping around him to join the first at his shoulders, and the opportunity to leave a trail of kisses along the side of his neck becomes hers, for a moment, as her lips hover over the thrum of his pulse. ]
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[ Granted, they'd both been weakened in their own ways, not existing in their full strength, the height of their power; if he has to be mindful of how he grips her now, wary of bruising, wary of leaving his touch behind long after they part from one another, she understands it, but she wants more of it in equal measure. Instinctively, she arches into the stroke of his hands over her body, experiencing the warmth of it even through the fabric of her coat and gown.
And at his apology she curls herself more into his lap, her other arm slipping around him to join the first at his shoulders, and the opportunity to leave a trail of kisses along the side of his neck becomes hers, for a moment, as her lips hover over the thrum of his pulse. ]