[ As much as they want to refute him, they don't. Not now. Maybe down the line, maybe some time or maybe not at all. Some things don't need to be said when they can be shown. They don't know what this is, this thing between them. What they know is this: They want to follow these feelings.
It depends on him, though; if it's just one night, that's fine (but they've never been a good enough liar to fool even themselves). If it's more, then that's fine, too. At least they'll remember the pounding of their ruined heart, their lips against his, the feeling of careful hands against bare, wounded skin. As rotten to the core as they are, as much as they know their time will run out eventually, at least there's this.
Before they move off, they take his face in their hands and kisses him. The softest thing, but they hope it means something. Their expression is hard to read, but there's no uncertainty in it. ]
Well, I suppose.
[ Teasing, with a glint of mischief in their eyes, they slide off his lap. Following his lead, they make quick work of their own pants. The pounding of their heart could be painful if the desire in their eyes weren't there. ]
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It depends on him, though; if it's just one night, that's fine (but they've never been a good enough liar to fool even themselves). If it's more, then that's fine, too. At least they'll remember the pounding of their ruined heart, their lips against his, the feeling of careful hands against bare, wounded skin. As rotten to the core as they are, as much as they know their time will run out eventually, at least there's this.
Before they move off, they take his face in their hands and kisses him. The softest thing, but they hope it means something. Their expression is hard to read, but there's no uncertainty in it. ]
Well, I suppose.
[ Teasing, with a glint of mischief in their eyes, they slide off his lap. Following his lead, they make quick work of their own pants. The pounding of their heart could be painful if the desire in their eyes weren't there. ]