[ She doesn't know what she expects to find in his mouth, certainly not peace or salvation or hope - but there's the drink there, all sun water, and that bitter under taste of ash and charcoal, all burned up, and maybe that's the grief. But tastes his or maybe her own desperation keen back and it does nothing dissuade her from keeping herself firmly there in his hold.
Slips back a step, her arm relenting little by little as she lets him chase in close, until she can feel the dig in of the wooden bench top at her back. To where she's got him all in close and caught that way she likes best, and she hums a faint noise of approval. Not perfect, his hands are gloved and nothing but her fingertips free to catch in the cloth of his clothes. The drink whirls up behind her eyes, when they close, and with the bar to support her and his weight to anchor off, she elects her move it around him instead. Hooking around his shoulders, keeping him close, balancing precariously where he could drop her just as well. Her other still trapped and gripping him tight in threat and safety. Cannot move it from there to slice him open, like she was so often accused of doing.
But breathing in the same short stolen seconds between the slow rhythm she sets in kissing him, it's not on her mind. ]
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Slips back a step, her arm relenting little by little as she lets him chase in close, until she can feel the dig in of the wooden bench top at her back. To where she's got him all in close and caught that way she likes best, and she hums a faint noise of approval. Not perfect, his hands are gloved and nothing but her fingertips free to catch in the cloth of his clothes. The drink whirls up behind her eyes, when they close, and with the bar to support her and his weight to anchor off, she elects her move it around him instead. Hooking around his shoulders, keeping him close, balancing precariously where he could drop her just as well. Her other still trapped and gripping him tight in threat and safety. Cannot move it from there to slice him open, like she was so often accused of doing.
But breathing in the same short stolen seconds between the slow rhythm she sets in kissing him, it's not on her mind. ]