Worth the waiting. Worth the monsters. She seemed to believe he was worth a great deal. Silly of her, he thought. To believe an Academy dropout and an exile with no home, no money, not even all of a brain was worth everything.
She must not have been fanciful in the music room before. She must love him. To do everything she did, after everything he had done, it could only have been love.
And, he supposed, considering he had no reason not to say it...
A wave of pleasure coursed up his body, and he realized some of it was hers, too. He doubted that he'd ever had a sexual encounter as intimate as this. As completely connected.
One hand moved from holding her to her front, where he could gently rub and stimulate her most sensitive area.
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Date: 2007-06-03 04:51 am (UTC)She must not have been fanciful in the music room before. She must love him. To do everything she did, after everything he had done, it could only have been love.
And, he supposed, considering he had no reason not to say it...
A wave of pleasure coursed up his body, and he realized some of it was hers, too. He doubted that he'd ever had a sexual encounter as intimate as this. As completely connected.
One hand moved from holding her to her front, where he could gently rub and stimulate her most sensitive area.