[ she lets him pull her into his lap, her knees bracketing his hips as her fingers curl into the shorter hairs at his nape. something like relief blooms in her chest and it shouldn't feel this good this quickly, but heat runs down her spine when his tongue slips against hers, at the light scratching of stubble against her cheek. she has her eyes closed and it's easy to imagine this being anywhere else: the ark, sakaar, even, dare she think it, asgard itself.
it's easier this way, to lose herself in it like she did with alcohol, to forget their circumstances for a brief moment; easier still when he folds her in his embrace, broad and solid against her, beneath her. maybe this is something they both needed from the start.
she reminds herself that this is real, that she's conscious of this as she sinks her teeth into his lower lip, not hard enough to break skin but enough that she can feel the give of soft flesh. she scrapes blunt nails along his scalp, opens her eyes to meet his good one and she thinks yes. ]
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it's easier this way, to lose herself in it like she did with alcohol, to forget their circumstances for a brief moment; easier still when he folds her in his embrace, broad and solid against her, beneath her. maybe this is something they both needed from the start.
she reminds herself that this is real, that she's conscious of this as she sinks her teeth into his lower lip, not hard enough to break skin but enough that she can feel the give of soft flesh. she scrapes blunt nails along his scalp, opens her eyes to meet his good one and she thinks yes. ]