[ he's staring at her, heat in his eyes and so much else besides and dorothy feels breathless and desperate and mesmerised all at once — because he's looking at her like that, but because she's looking back, too, letting herself not just remember the hard planes of his body, the curve of his muscle, the scars pebbling his skin, but take them all in again.
but looking isn't nearly enough. ]
Yeah - [ she says, voice rough, and then she sits up to reach for him, fingers finding his and pulling him toward her again. she needs him so much closer. his skin against hers. ]
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but looking isn't nearly enough. ]
Yeah - [ she says, voice rough, and then she sits up to reach for him, fingers finding his and pulling him toward her again. she needs him so much closer. his skin against hers. ]