[ my little wife, he says, and alina melts into him. her arms settle around his shoulders, her legs tangle around him to squeeze him against her. he is warm and close and hers, a bulwark against the cold of the bedroom. her mouth melts against his, dizzy but resurfacing. each kiss has more space between it than the last. ]
Good. [ she mumbles, soft. tears still brimming, relieved. thinks again, it should have been like this. it should always be like this. ] Perfect. Thank you. [ another kiss. then, quieter, ] Thank you.
[ she likes being his little wife. likes sinking into trust, into that feeling of safety that is so unfamiliar and terrifying. she is embarrassed, as she comes back to herself, but even as she blinks him back into focus, she sees him there with her. just as drunk and stupid on their own lovemaking. and she smiles, drawing one arm back from around his neck and shoulders to instead touch his face like she wants to bottle it, savor it. ]
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Good. [ she mumbles, soft. tears still brimming, relieved. thinks again, it should have been like this. it should always be like this. ] Perfect. Thank you. [ another kiss. then, quieter, ] Thank you.
[ she likes being his little wife. likes sinking into trust, into that feeling of safety that is so unfamiliar and terrifying. she is embarrassed, as she comes back to herself, but even as she blinks him back into focus, she sees him there with her. just as drunk and stupid on their own lovemaking. and she smiles, drawing one arm back from around his neck and shoulders to instead touch his face like she wants to bottle it, savor it. ]
Tell me you don't have to go right away.