Her hands on his bare skin were intoxicating. For most of his life before her, he had avoided being touched. He still did, with few exceptions, but her touch, holy gods, he'd craved it. The nights when the nightmares were bad, he'd brought himself out of them by forcing himself to try to remember what couldn't be remembered--the feel of a caress. To have it now was almost overwhelming.
But not so much that he missed the hitch of something like an admission of worry in her voice.
He lay himself down beside her and drew her over to her side and in against his chest. "All the things I've missed, all of what you have, they're a thorn in my paw, but you?" His hand smoothed up her back, subtly (for him, okay?) sliding her dress up part of the way with it. "You are everything I remember and everything I want."
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Date: 2018-02-11 01:37 am (UTC)But not so much that he missed the hitch of something like an admission of worry in her voice.
He lay himself down beside her and drew her over to her side and in against his chest. "All the things I've missed, all of what you have, they're a thorn in my paw, but you?" His hand smoothed up her back, subtly (for him, okay?) sliding her dress up part of the way with it. "You are everything I remember and everything I want."