( She's not going to ask about the hand that hasn't left her arm, gripping onto her as though she could float away at any second, or think about anything for once. It's much easier to accomplish both of these when her occupied mouth and the brush of his fingers through the length of her ponytail offer more than enough distraction.
Perhaps it's just as much the new planet. Just as much the knowledge that they've managed to survive the first real invasion the city's had. Perhaps those things play just as much a part in helping her to ignore the doubts and reasons not to as emotion-charged water and lingering feelings.
Who knows. For the moment, what's important is trailing her fingertips across his shoulder, nipping at his lip gently. The important things are his hand in her hair and the warmth of bodies pressed together in the light of a slowly sinking sun. )
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Date: 2017-12-12 01:04 am (UTC)Perhaps it's just as much the new planet. Just as much the knowledge that they've managed to survive the first real invasion the city's had. Perhaps those things play just as much a part in helping her to ignore the doubts and reasons not to as emotion-charged water and lingering feelings.
Who knows. For the moment, what's important is trailing her fingertips across his shoulder, nipping at his lip gently. The important things are his hand in her hair and the warmth of bodies pressed together in the light of a slowly sinking sun. )