[ It startles her, at least a little, just how much there is to so easy an invitation. Her hand coming up to his hand to brace over it, to make sure he doesn't pull quickly away, to show that she wants him there. The part of her mouth against his, the artless inhalation of his name murmured back to him. Giving, little by little. Taking, little by little.
Her scarred fingers, rough, catching on his so lightly. Pressing them in. She wasn't delicate. She was blood soaked and real and here. Let him take as much, she won't be treated like glass, now or ever. He can hold to her as much as he likes, encourages it as much as she can. ]
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Her scarred fingers, rough, catching on his so lightly. Pressing them in. She wasn't delicate. She was blood soaked and real and here. Let him take as much, she won't be treated like glass, now or ever. He can hold to her as much as he likes, encourages it as much as she can. ]