Two words. Two simple, uncomplicated, words and she found herself pressing against his chest as if he’d just read her a book of poetry that laid his soul bare. Valerie couldn’t stop the way she breathed deeply against his shirt, inhaling him like oxygen. This was ridiculous. It was just a dance. He probably saw her alone and decided to take pity. So why did her heart feel like it was attempting to break out of her ribcage? Could he feel it hammer against his chest like she were some sort of caged wild animal? The arm around her back stole her attention, the song no longer registered because she pressed her cheek against his chest and listened only to the sounds his body made. Soothing sounds that coaxed her eyes to close, until she’d blocked out the rest of the world.
Valerie’s hands found purchase on his hips tentatively. Finger tips followed the waistband of his pants slowly, around to the back, where they stilled. Save her middle fingers, that toyed with the belt loops. It felt inevitable as they hooked around the sliver of material. An anchor to keep her flush against him as they moved together. A wall of warm solid muscle. Whether his chilled lips meant to find her ear or not they caused a reaction she couldn’t suppress. The shiver tore through her small frame and evoked a quiet whimper to escape her parted lips. The way she pulled him closer in that moment had been unintentional, yet she couldn’t bring herself to loosen her grip once she realised that she clutched him closer.
If this was just a dance then she would take it. She would burn it to memory and replay it over and over again later. The way he felt, the way he smelled, the way he held her as if she belonged to him, the way everything felt right again. Maybe Valerie wanted to be claimed as much as she had wanted to claim him. To be taken, to relent in his arms and succumb to the pull that urged her to get as close as physically possible to him as if he might just turn to dust in her hands otherwise. Maybe she had lost her mind. That could explain the way she rubbed her cheek against his shirt like a feline leaving behind it’s scent. The texture was soft, smooth, against her heated skin and she sighed. If she had lost her mind, she decided it wasn’t so bad. She could live like this. Life made sense again.
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Valerie’s hands found purchase on his hips tentatively. Finger tips followed the waistband of his pants slowly, around to the back, where they stilled. Save her middle fingers, that toyed with the belt loops. It felt inevitable as they hooked around the sliver of material. An anchor to keep her flush against him as they moved together. A wall of warm solid muscle. Whether his chilled lips meant to find her ear or not they caused a reaction she couldn’t suppress. The shiver tore through her small frame and evoked a quiet whimper to escape her parted lips. The way she pulled him closer in that moment had been unintentional, yet she couldn’t bring herself to loosen her grip once she realised that she clutched him closer.
If this was just a dance then she would take it. She would burn it to memory and replay it over and over again later. The way he felt, the way he smelled, the way he held her as if she belonged to him, the way everything felt right again. Maybe Valerie wanted to be claimed as much as she had wanted to claim him. To be taken, to relent in his arms and succumb to the pull that urged her to get as close as physically possible to him as if he might just turn to dust in her hands otherwise. Maybe she had lost her mind. That could explain the way she rubbed her cheek against his shirt like a feline leaving behind it’s scent. The texture was soft, smooth, against her heated skin and she sighed. If she had lost her mind, she decided it wasn’t so bad. She could live like this. Life made sense again.