[It's apparent that this is far more emotional for him, far easier for him to give into, than it is for her. The "this is a bad idea" signals are screaming in her mind, but she leans into his hand, breathing a sigh. There's some part of her that accepts his touch, drinking it up and feeling as if it's meant to be there. The two of them had been familiar with each other's bodies for so long that he knows precisely where to touch, but there's something different about this.
The different part is the problem.
There had never been anything desperate and longing, and while there's a piece of it on her end, it's not the same.
Still, she extends her legs forward, drawing him closer against her, and she wraps them tight around him, pressing up against him. She carefully turns her face into his hair, lips brushing over his ear, and she has to say it, she has to ask:] It'll be just this once. [Her breath is warm on his ear, and she knows it won't help, but she presses on.] Will you be able to live with that?
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The different part is the problem.
There had never been anything desperate and longing, and while there's a piece of it on her end, it's not the same.
Still, she extends her legs forward, drawing him closer against her, and she wraps them tight around him, pressing up against him. She carefully turns her face into his hair, lips brushing over his ear, and she has to say it, she has to ask:] It'll be just this once. [Her breath is warm on his ear, and she knows it won't help, but she presses on.] Will you be able to live with that?