[It is a wonder how he goes so still as Sypha's fingers move along his body. There's a gentle warmth to them, which is not surprising given who Sypha is and where her skills lie. What is surprising is how calming it all feels for no reason at all. (In time, he'll figure out that it is because it is Sypha.)
The words not yet feel are hard to hear. Not yet suggests that there might be time in the future, but they both know that isn't the case. In a few days, she will leave, and then where shall either of them be?
It is that thought that drives the sigh that coincides with Sypha's hand moving to stroke under his eyes. There are bags there, small ones, ones that suggest that for all the sleep he's getting, it still isn't enough.]
If you had more opportunity to....
[His voice is a whisper. Asking the question alone is a scary act, for she could say no.]
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The words not yet feel are hard to hear. Not yet suggests that there might be time in the future, but they both know that isn't the case. In a few days, she will leave, and then where shall either of them be?
It is that thought that drives the sigh that coincides with Sypha's hand moving to stroke under his eyes. There are bags there, small ones, ones that suggest that for all the sleep he's getting, it still isn't enough.]
If you had more opportunity to....
[His voice is a whisper. Asking the question alone is a scary act, for she could say no.]