[ He says that like asking for help is so easy. Like she doesn't deserve to bear whatever cruel and unusual punishment the universe can think up for her alone. Like it isn't more frightening to be told no and left in the dark than to just grit her teeth and get through it than risk whatever answer she might get otherwise.
(Maybe it is that easy. Maybe she really does have people behind her. Maybe they wouldn't walk away. Questions to contemplate at a later time.)
She follows his gaze and nods weakly, settling into the shape of his embrace — both familiar and foreign at once. ]
Kaz and Inej are down that way. [ She nods down the hall with her chin before slipping through the threshold of her room. ] But still be quiet. They're light sleepers.
[ Her room is dimly lit with twinkle lights strung over the walls like stars. Not dirty but... messy with smaller bed covered with wrinkled sheets and a crumpled duvet, every surface sporting some assortment of art supplies, and pencil shavings swept onto the floor rather into a waste bin.
She huddles up against the door, shut behind her. Crossing her arms loosely across her chest, her thumb rubs over her upper arms nervously. She shouldn't block him in. She should let him leave if he wants before this goes to far. She wouldn't blame him. He's always enjoyed her tits, and she tries not to redden too much at the memory of an old dream where he delighted in the thought of her just like this. What is it that he said? Imagine these perfect little tits swollen with milk, but that was another lifetime, another reality. And it was just a dream, there's no telling how he'd look at her body now in reality.
Biting her lip, she supposes there is no turning back. She grips the edge of his shirt and pulls it over her head. Tossed aside, she stands bare in front of him, pinning her hands behind her back to stop her from covering up. Her tits, unmistakably plumper than usual and wet at their hardened peaks, rise and fall with a measured breath, her stomach tensing, toes curling, and fingers scratching at the door behind her so tightly wound that she's afraid she might fall apart. ]
You really... [ Her voice thin and on the edge of cracking as she whispers. ] You really don't have to do this. If you don't want to.
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(Maybe it is that easy. Maybe she really does have people behind her. Maybe they wouldn't walk away. Questions to contemplate at a later time.)
She follows his gaze and nods weakly, settling into the shape of his embrace — both familiar and foreign at once. ]
Kaz and Inej are down that way. [ She nods down the hall with her chin before slipping through the threshold of her room. ] But still be quiet. They're light sleepers.
[ Her room is dimly lit with twinkle lights strung over the walls like stars. Not dirty but... messy with smaller bed covered with wrinkled sheets and a crumpled duvet, every surface sporting some assortment of art supplies, and pencil shavings swept onto the floor rather into a waste bin.
She huddles up against the door, shut behind her. Crossing her arms loosely across her chest, her thumb rubs over her upper arms nervously. She shouldn't block him in. She should let him leave if he wants before this goes to far. She wouldn't blame him. He's always enjoyed her tits, and she tries not to redden too much at the memory of an old dream where he delighted in the thought of her just like this. What is it that he said? Imagine these perfect little tits swollen with milk, but that was another lifetime, another reality. And it was just a dream, there's no telling how he'd look at her body now in reality.
Biting her lip, she supposes there is no turning back. She grips the edge of his shirt and pulls it over her head. Tossed aside, she stands bare in front of him, pinning her hands behind her back to stop her from covering up. Her tits, unmistakably plumper than usual and wet at their hardened peaks, rise and fall with a measured breath, her stomach tensing, toes curling, and fingers scratching at the door behind her so tightly wound that she's afraid she might fall apart. ]
You really... [ Her voice thin and on the edge of cracking as she whispers. ] You really don't have to do this. If you don't want to.