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Post by anhydrous on Sept 25, 2008 20:30:20 GMT -8
Curling to one side, Althesia opened her eyes to look upon the familiar plains of her bronzer’s face. She almost wanted him to ask again. She wanted to know that he cared. The notion that he didn’t was ridiculous, but she could help herself from wishing he might occasionally offer more. More of himself, maybe.
After a moment the silence lost its edge and her desires dissipated. He was perfectly reliable. Solid. Everything she needed to chain her mind down and bend her thoughts in a productive direction. Without a word she pressed one of his hands to her stomach, sighing as she rested her forehead against the warmth of his arm and forced her eyelids seal out reality once again.
[scene closed]
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