[It shouldn't matter... is what her mind keeps telling her. She and Eustace agreed that they would be nothing more than what they already were... That they would only test the waters, see where it took them, allow nature to take its course if it wanted to, but this... She tries to remind herself that Eustace is under an enchantment and that it's not so different from the last time they found themselves in this position...
But there's something different about the way he touches her this time. It's more sure, like there's nothing for him to hold back anymore as he lifts her shirt, as his lips taste her... He's been either brutally honest with her about his feelings or he's been tricked into thinking them, but she wonders, briefly, if this is what he really wants?
It's hard to remember all of this when everything he does washes it away, the bliss she feels as he grabs her and as she feels his breath hot on her skin beginning to eclipse all the reason she's desperately clinging to. Her own breaths have grown tattered, more like growls as her hands reach for whatever part of him she can, slipping under his shirt so that her nails claw gently at his skin, pushing him more firmly against her as she arches up to meet him... Her fingers hook around his belt, prepared to tear it right off him with another groan of his name...
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....
And that's when she feels his weight suddenly fall over her. All of it.
While she's slower than usual to come to her senses, she lays there on the couch beneath him, completely dumbfounded and confused.
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But there's something different about the way he touches her this time. It's more sure, like there's nothing for him to hold back anymore as he lifts her shirt, as his lips taste her... He's been either brutally honest with her about his feelings or he's been tricked into thinking them, but she wonders, briefly, if this is what he really wants?
It's hard to remember all of this when everything he does washes it away, the bliss she feels as he grabs her and as she feels his breath hot on her skin beginning to eclipse all the reason she's desperately clinging to. Her own breaths have grown tattered, more like growls as her hands reach for whatever part of him she can, slipping under his shirt so that her nails claw gently at his skin, pushing him more firmly against her as she arches up to meet him... Her fingers hook around his belt, prepared to tear it right off him with another groan of his name...
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....
And that's when she feels his weight suddenly fall over her. All of it.
While she's slower than usual to come to her senses, she lays there on the couch beneath him, completely dumbfounded and confused.
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Eustace?