[ in one aspect, she is perhaps quite unlike these other girls: she cannot take her eyes off him. the manner in which he has caught her is so thorough that she cannot even if she might want to. and she is happy where she is, despite the fear warring with the need in her. her mind says one thing, and the rest of her quite another. the longer he looks at her, the faster her heart races. she is afraid he might destroy her, all right. but not in this.
this time, she is prepared for it. she closes her eyes as their lips meet and sighs. the increased ardour is returned with less uncertainty than she has given him before, for she is learning quickly just how to do this. elizabeth certainly does not act shy when her hands search for his or when she almost seems to match him. her fear, perhaps is of enjoying this too much. the sensations are too wonderful, and she shivers a little in response. it has been a month now, almost. and despite herself, she has missed this.
when he pulls away, she glances up at him, lips parted. he is amused, and she is quick to blush and wrinkle her nose at him in mock indignance. and still, she cannot look away. ]
Not in the way you might think. [ allow her a moment to catch her breath, if you please. one. two. there. ] I am afraid of how clearly you see me.
I fear what that means; whether others might be able to do the same. I fear letting my guard down and letting someone in.
[ her hands squeeze his lightly, and she sighs. ] But most of all, I fear the unknown. My life has been tossed about and turned upside-down and has yet to right itself. Nothing has been certain since. And so much of you is yet unknown to me.
[ and so she clings to the scraps of what is familiar, in an effort to remain balanced. it's obvious now that she has clarified things, and so it goes unsaid. ]
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this time, she is prepared for it. she closes her eyes as their lips meet and sighs. the increased ardour is returned with less uncertainty than she has given him before, for she is learning quickly just how to do this. elizabeth certainly does not act shy when her hands search for his or when she almost seems to match him. her fear, perhaps is of enjoying this too much. the sensations are too wonderful, and she shivers a little in response. it has been a month now, almost. and despite herself, she has missed this.
when he pulls away, she glances up at him, lips parted. he is amused, and she is quick to blush and wrinkle her nose at him in mock indignance. and still, she cannot look away. ]
Not in the way you might think. [ allow her a moment to catch her breath, if you please. one. two. there. ] I am afraid of how clearly you see me.
I fear what that means; whether others might be able to do the same. I fear letting my guard down and letting someone in.
[ her hands squeeze his lightly, and she sighs. ] But most of all, I fear the unknown. My life has been tossed about and turned upside-down and has yet to right itself. Nothing has been certain since. And so much of you is yet unknown to me.
[ and so she clings to the scraps of what is familiar, in an effort to remain balanced. it's obvious now that she has clarified things, and so it goes unsaid. ]