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He watched her; she was thinking, though about what he couldn't tell. "What if I wanted to be?" His free hand sought hers, fingers twining so easily it made his chest hurt.
"You always challenge with a question."
"Not a challenge," he said honestly. "Only a question."
"I don't see everything," she replied. He already knew that bit, but it often bore repeating. She let the quiet fall between them, their fingers warm where joined, his hand heavy on the bottom of her spine, still rubbing pleasant, tingling circles. "You can share anything you want."
"What I want..." He trailed off, accent falling heavy in the silence, unspoken and still heard. This conversation was the exact mirror of his difficulty in dealing with this situation. Every thought trailing away into some unfinished mire. He turned just enough to face her, capturing her face with his gaze.
She looked back, caught on the edge of the tidal wave that was bound to pull them out to sea. She shivered into his hand when it let go of hers to cup her cheek. How much longer could they resist? Her will power was already cracking, her free hand reaching to rest along his collar bone and stroke idle swirls there, matching the ones he drew over her borrowed clothing.
"You always challenge with a question."
"Not a challenge," he said honestly. "Only a question."
"I don't see everything," she replied. He already knew that bit, but it often bore repeating. She let the quiet fall between them, their fingers warm where joined, his hand heavy on the bottom of her spine, still rubbing pleasant, tingling circles. "You can share anything you want."
"What I want..." He trailed off, accent falling heavy in the silence, unspoken and still heard. This conversation was the exact mirror of his difficulty in dealing with this situation. Every thought trailing away into some unfinished mire. He turned just enough to face her, capturing her face with his gaze.
She looked back, caught on the edge of the tidal wave that was bound to pull them out to sea. She shivered into his hand when it let go of hers to cup her cheek. How much longer could they resist? Her will power was already cracking, her free hand reaching to rest along his collar bone and stroke idle swirls there, matching the ones he drew over her borrowed clothing.