One of her hands reaches up from his hip to touch one of his where it's clenching the sheets, to wrap around it and squeeze it tight, and Lucy just tries to give him what she can and hold his hand as she shifts her weight over him again and lifts her head. The one hand holds his and the other goes back to stroking and she pulls herself up, and all she says before kissing him is, "Love you," and it's a weird mixture of tastes, really, the taste of his skin and sweat and the inside of his mouth, and she likes it a lot.
And it's not enough, still, and she's aching, but she meets his eyes with hers and it's oh so worth it to see his face like this.
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Date: 2006-10-25 05:36 am (UTC)And it's not enough, still, and she's aching, but she meets his eyes with hers and it's oh so worth it to see his face like this.