[He is real. More real than anyone else she's met. This, the feelings of affection or love whatever has bloomed, is more real than what she's felt before. There had been few passing moments in the past between them when she's had quick taste of this. Back during their little secret picnic in the garden there had been a fleeting thought in the back of her mind telling her to let go of everything else and dive into this. Take a chance with him and have something real.
But then there had been a fight that ruined everything. And then they made up until the next sore issue was revealed. All according to their routine, just like now.
This is the second time the opportunity for something she's wanted, yet denied from herself, all her life. Only on a more trustworthy base than before. Peter's not only one finding the courage sparking in the darkness. Her free hand finds a way to rest on his shoulder, then moving up to back of his neck as her own lips touch the skin under his eye and temple.]
Does that make you happy?
[Probably unnecessary question at this point. But she needs to be sure about this. Whether they really are able to make each other happy.]
[He moves a hand through her hair, rubbing locks between his finger tips. She's always so soft, like the silk and velvet his mother kept in her closet. It betrayed how sharp she was underneath, hard as steel.
He touches the back of her shoulder as she kisses him, sighing softly. He nods slightly, nose grazing her cheek. He tilts his head further, kissing the corner of her mouth again and then again before he settles back against the mattress again.]
Yeah.
[His voice is low, the word rumbles out of his chest. The smile on Peter's face is small and soft, the look in his eyes saying he can't believe how lucky he is. He closes his eyes slowly, pulling her close.]
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But then there had been a fight that ruined everything. And then they made up until the next sore issue was revealed. All according to their routine, just like now.
This is the second time the opportunity for something she's wanted, yet denied from herself, all her life. Only on a more trustworthy base than before. Peter's not only one finding the courage sparking in the darkness. Her free hand finds a way to rest on his shoulder, then moving up to back of his neck as her own lips touch the skin under his eye and temple.]
Does that make you happy?
[Probably unnecessary question at this point. But she needs to be sure about this. Whether they really are able to make each other happy.]
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He touches the back of her shoulder as she kisses him, sighing softly. He nods slightly, nose grazing her cheek. He tilts his head further, kissing the corner of her mouth again and then again before he settles back against the mattress again.]
Yeah.
[His voice is low, the word rumbles out of his chest. The smile on Peter's face is small and soft, the look in his eyes saying he can't believe how lucky he is. He closes his eyes slowly, pulling her close.]
You make me happy.