[ She is vaguely aware that his nails are digging in and they kind of hurt, but not that they've actually sharpened; she mostly thinks he's just grabbing harder than he realizes, and it's not enough to break skin so she doesn't say anything. She doesn't hate it, anyway.
That delicate ring of gold still left in his eyes is captivating, and she exhales deeply before he kisses her again and her eyes fall shut. She still occasionally shivers, goosebumps along her spine. As she cards her fingers through his hair, her other hand rests on his arm.
As her heart and lungs taper off the rush of adrenaline, she feels the noise start to try and return from the very edges of her consciousness. Like a predator watching her from the tall grass, waiting for the right chance to strike. The fact that she can already feel the ache in her skull, memory preparing for the imminent pain, makes her want to scream into a pillow. Why, why can't she have more than just a few moments of peace?
Instead she lets out a heavy, frustrated breath and buries her face against his neck, her body still wrapped all around him as she curls up slightly. ]
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That delicate ring of gold still left in his eyes is captivating, and she exhales deeply before he kisses her again and her eyes fall shut. She still occasionally shivers, goosebumps along her spine. As she cards her fingers through his hair, her other hand rests on his arm.
As her heart and lungs taper off the rush of adrenaline, she feels the noise start to try and return from the very edges of her consciousness. Like a predator watching her from the tall grass, waiting for the right chance to strike. The fact that she can already feel the ache in her skull, memory preparing for the imminent pain, makes her want to scream into a pillow. Why, why can't she have more than just a few moments of peace?
Instead she lets out a heavy, frustrated breath and buries her face against his neck, her body still wrapped all around him as she curls up slightly. ]