( can i, he asks, and kimberly can hardly breathe for a second, air caught in her mouth as she manages a silent nod. she doesn't know why. a kiss is nothing, barely even worth writing home about, but the way he asks her feels it means something so much more than just of the press of his lips to hers.
of course he can. she's here, isn't she? she's here, with her face cupped so carefully in his hands, like she's a delicate piece of china, something that might break if handled wrong. if only he knew how roughly kimberly's been handled, how much she can take.
how much she will take, if only to feel something for a moment. how roughly she believes she should be handled, how that touch is all she believes she's owed.
her answer comes as quietly as his question, breathed out over a soft exhale that skims over his mouth, ) Yeah. ( her tongue darts out to flick over her bottom lip, lingering for a moment before pulling back. )
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of course he can. she's here, isn't she? she's here, with her face cupped so carefully in his hands, like she's a delicate piece of china, something that might break if handled wrong. if only he knew how roughly kimberly's been handled, how much she can take.
how much she will take, if only to feel something for a moment. how roughly she believes she should be handled, how that touch is all she believes she's owed.
her answer comes as quietly as his question, breathed out over a soft exhale that skims over his mouth, ) Yeah. ( her tongue darts out to flick over her bottom lip, lingering for a moment before pulling back. )
You can.