[She doesn't want him to stop, or to leave. For that moment, that is true. She doesn't want to spend the end of the world alone, there is a part of her long neglected and tied into knots that longs to know what it is to be allowed to be a woman, and so-
She kisses him. If she's kissing him he's not torturing her with kind words or sympathetic looks. If she's gasping for breath then she doesn't have to come up with words to say to him. If she's holding him close and tight then she can pretend that she's in control of this at all, that she has a proper grip on him, on reality-
His fingers slide along the line of her jaw, her muscles constrict, and as she tries to deepen the kiss her inexperience with the act undoes her. Her sharp canines click as she nips accidentally too sharp into his lip, and just that unexpected thing...
She draws back with a sharp inhale, one hand flying to her mouth as if she might could protect herself from further weakness, the other struggling and failing to strike him. She should slap him, hit him, why isn't she-]
What are you doing- ?
[In communion, the words come out differently, her experience with her sex flawed and dark and shameful enough to wonder Is that what you wanted?]
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She kisses him. If she's kissing him he's not torturing her with kind words or sympathetic looks. If she's gasping for breath then she doesn't have to come up with words to say to him. If she's holding him close and tight then she can pretend that she's in control of this at all, that she has a proper grip on him, on reality-
His fingers slide along the line of her jaw, her muscles constrict, and as she tries to deepen the kiss her inexperience with the act undoes her. Her sharp canines click as she nips accidentally too sharp into his lip, and just that unexpected thing...
She draws back with a sharp inhale, one hand flying to her mouth as if she might could protect herself from further weakness, the other struggling and failing to strike him. She should slap him, hit him, why isn't she-]
What are you doing- ?
[In communion, the words come out differently, her experience with her sex flawed and dark and shameful enough to wonder Is that what you wanted?]