[ Normally it would be far more difficult to resist pressing further, even in such a dangerous setting, but the weariness from the night's assault is bone deep, and there the creature retreats to nurse its wounds. Too, the simple brush of a kiss is not so simple or small for him. Nor her. Her breath shakes when it ends, but he doesn't go far; she can still feel him. She can see him, eyes open or closed.
With one hand sliding to clutch at the nape of his neck, her thumbnail teases just under his jawline.
They must go; they must risk a new door and hope for the best, but she doesn't trust her voice to speak just immediately after. So she lingers in a moment reserved for them alone, no matter what horrors may wait beyond. ]
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With one hand sliding to clutch at the nape of his neck, her thumbnail teases just under his jawline.
They must go; they must risk a new door and hope for the best, but she doesn't trust her voice to speak just immediately after. So she lingers in a moment reserved for them alone, no matter what horrors may wait beyond. ]