Her headtilt up, giving him her throat—an act of willing vulnerability as well as confirmation—made his heart (and other parts) pulse even harder. And he devoted himself to her pulse, there; flexing tendons, breaths, swallows, stray drifting hair… he'd always had to be detail-oriented, but he'd never felt so captivated, so fascinated, so…
She was moving with him… so in sync, as every time they'd circled each other, run and fought and taken hands… a movement of her muscles had him toss his head back for air, and to let a tremble run through him, his own pulse visible in his throat.
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Date: 2019-05-26 06:58 pm (UTC)She was moving with him… so in sync, as every time they'd circled each other, run and fought and taken hands… a movement of her muscles had him toss his head back for air, and to let a tremble run through him, his own pulse visible in his throat.
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