She tips her chin up, still breathing hard, not willing to let him go yet, weight be damned.
Her shoulder hurts. But it's done, and that is a huge release in and of itself.
Her cheek rests against his temple, she presses her nose into his hair. Her hands stroke the back of his neck, idly, but painfully aware of the lines she drew down his back.
"My love. Give me a moment and I'll get a warm cloth for those."
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Date: 2009-05-23 12:51 am (UTC)Her shoulder hurts. But it's done, and that is a huge release in and of itself.
Her cheek rests against his temple, she presses her nose into his hair. Her hands stroke the back of his neck, idly, but painfully aware of the lines she drew down his back.
"My love. Give me a moment and I'll get a warm cloth for those."