It was, she knew when it happened, exactly what she had needed without knowing how to find it or even to begin to look. Her heart tightened again, but this time in the knowledge that she was known and safe and loved, and when he kissed her, she strove to give that back to him (strove because she didn't know how to be easy or peaceful anymore, but she did know how to try).
When he put her on top of him, she worried -- but only for a moment, and needlessly. She found she'd been wrong and she could be easy (peaceful might have a ways to go yet) in his arms and his eyes, and, more, that the sweetness of looking down at him while her hips rolled to his rhythm, did something truly magical: silenced a century's worth of self-mockery over just wanting to be loved.
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Date: 2018-05-22 03:07 am (UTC)When he put her on top of him, she worried -- but only for a moment, and needlessly. She found she'd been wrong and she could be easy (peaceful might have a ways to go yet) in his arms and his eyes, and, more, that the sweetness of looking down at him while her hips rolled to his rhythm, did something truly magical: silenced a century's worth of self-mockery over just wanting to be loved.