[ sure enough, she had drawn a breath in anticipation of argument. she has grown deft in deflecting such reassurances, even if some part of her flinches and flutters with the need to hear it.
but then the rest comes. and alina's expression crumbles, softens. for a moment, there's a headiness about her gaze, which drops from ianthe's eyes to her lips. like she might kiss her again. might devour her again. might start it all over once more.
alina blinks through it with a deep breath. they're talking. they're adults. if they can fuck, they can have a conversation. ]
That. [ there's a breathy quality about her voice still. ] I like that.
[ it's tangled up in the details, but hearing that she is wanted, that ianthe would eagerly take her, in the same breath that ianthe demonstrates that she does understand alina, that she sees alina's insecurities and self-pity and intrusive thoughts and wants her despite that? it's addictive, even. ]
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but then the rest comes. and alina's expression crumbles, softens. for a moment, there's a headiness about her gaze, which drops from ianthe's eyes to her lips. like she might kiss her again. might devour her again. might start it all over once more.
alina blinks through it with a deep breath. they're talking. they're adults. if they can fuck, they can have a conversation. ]
That. [ there's a breathy quality about her voice still. ] I like that.
[ it's tangled up in the details, but hearing that she is wanted, that ianthe would eagerly take her, in the same breath that ianthe demonstrates that she does understand alina, that she sees alina's insecurities and self-pity and intrusive thoughts and wants her despite that? it's addictive, even. ]