Meg smiled as he chuckled in protest. It didn’t seem real that he was leaning into her touch again, sitting so close his breath danced against her skin. She thought any minute she would wake up, be crushed all over again, roll her arm over the empty side of the bed and remember.
It made sense he hadn’t come too close to the house. Knowing Ruth’s nightly activities, there was the risk of being caught or stumbled upon by the drunkard on his return home.
She tensed a little with his joke. [color=#008e02]“...One step at a time, let me get used to you breathing first of all.”[/color] Everything had shifted in less an a few hours, her concerns, priorities, her very desires put into question with him not dead.
She folded herself around him, arms holding while her legs mounted. [color=#008e02]“You know how much I missed you,”[/color] teasing, yet admonishing him. Ivy orbs drifted between his fingertips playing with her hair and his stare. Her smile turned sad again, [color=#008e02]“My dreams… memories and nightmares replaced them,”[/color] eyes briefly reflecting the hollowness left behind.
Her lips brushed against his finger.[color=#008e02] “Still feel like I’m going to wake up any minute.”[/color] How often had she dreamed of this very thing? The two of them curled up in the corner of a couch, chair, a nest of cushions. Gibbering nonsense under the glow of herb, laughing, even doing nothing, simply just enjoying the simple closeness.
Before she knew it, her mouth went back in again to nip the tip of his finger, clutching it as a minor hostage.[color=#008e02] “Mine Now,”[/color] she’d mumble between.
It made sense he hadn’t come too close to the house. Knowing Ruth’s nightly activities, there was the risk of being caught or stumbled upon by the drunkard on his return home.
She tensed a little with his joke. [color=#008e02]“...One step at a time, let me get used to you breathing first of all.”[/color] Everything had shifted in less an a few hours, her concerns, priorities, her very desires put into question with him not dead.
She folded herself around him, arms holding while her legs mounted. [color=#008e02]“You know how much I missed you,”[/color] teasing, yet admonishing him. Ivy orbs drifted between his fingertips playing with her hair and his stare. Her smile turned sad again, [color=#008e02]“My dreams… memories and nightmares replaced them,”[/color] eyes briefly reflecting the hollowness left behind.
Her lips brushed against his finger.[color=#008e02] “Still feel like I’m going to wake up any minute.”[/color] How often had she dreamed of this very thing? The two of them curled up in the corner of a couch, chair, a nest of cushions. Gibbering nonsense under the glow of herb, laughing, even doing nothing, simply just enjoying the simple closeness.
Before she knew it, her mouth went back in again to nip the tip of his finger, clutching it as a minor hostage.[color=#008e02] “Mine Now,”[/color] she’d mumble between.
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