Holding back, trying to remain, to give without demanding for days that don't pause without sleep or anything schedule to break them apart, turning into weeks, then months, still waiting, still trying, clings.
Even on some tentative level. Snapping, like taut bindings, at the words. Fingers for the briefest second digging deeper into his skin. Before a millisecond later they are where they had almost been.
Twinning into soft golden hair, threading, and gripping hard, with a hiss. As much giving in as trying to hold back from crossing a line between want and violence, that already just as present in his head after the last event as well.
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Date: 2010-03-20 01:49 am (UTC)Even on some tentative level.
Snapping, like taut bindings, at the words.
Fingers for the briefest second digging deeper into his skin.
Before a millisecond later they are where they had almost been.
Twinning into soft golden hair, threading, and gripping hard, with a hiss. As much giving in as trying to hold back from crossing a line between want and violence, that already just as present in his head after the last event as well.