( whether they're alone by their own devices or something far out of their control, it still felt the same at a certain hour of the night. her entire apartment is a gallery of things left unfinished, even the woman inhabiting it, and she teems with restlessness even when she's standing still. he looks up at her and she watches the way the heart of his throat lurches hungrily, eagerly lapping the bourbon he'd just fed it and she doesn't know if his words are just that — words, something to pass the time, something that seemed like the right thing to say, or if it's more than that.
something else. somewhere else.
she hasn't shifted from where she's perched and she's hasn't let go of his eyes, but that bourbon in her hands is suddenly long forgotten and tongue parched for something that burns a little different. there's a heat that branches to her chest at the suggestion, vague and kept to herself as it is, and when she finds her voice again it comes with a velvet undercurrent. a hand reaching out in the dark, just to see what it might come back with. you don't have to be. )
Easy to say when you're standing all the way over there.
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( whether they're alone by their own devices or something far out of their control, it still felt the same at a certain hour of the night. her entire apartment is a gallery of things left unfinished, even the woman inhabiting it, and she teems with restlessness even when she's standing still. he looks up at her and she watches the way the heart of his throat lurches hungrily, eagerly lapping the bourbon he'd just fed it and she doesn't know if his words are just that — words, something to pass the time, something that seemed like the right thing to say, or if it's more than that.
something else. somewhere else.
she hasn't shifted from where she's perched and she's hasn't let go of his eyes, but that bourbon in her hands is suddenly long forgotten and tongue parched for something that burns a little different. there's a heat that branches to her chest at the suggestion, vague and kept to herself as it is, and when she finds her voice again it comes with a velvet undercurrent. a hand reaching out in the dark, just to see what it might come back with. you don't have to be. )
Easy to say when you're standing all the way over there.