( her thumb curves just over his pulse point, steady and sure, and she wouldn't blame him if her words alone left him tugging up from that couch — spinning her own tale of irony, chasing away what she longed for the most. as long as you don't want me to go. she doesn't hesitate to shake her head, that palm brushing her cheek and fingers grazing at her jaw, and it's not enough for her, to just shake off the words and accept his stay. no, she wants him to hear it. wants him to be sure, to recognize the one thing she can understand. )
I don't want you to go.
( she wishes the words sounded stronger than they did, that there wasn't years and one too many stories behind them, waiting for the moment when she'd actually let herself fracture enough to say it. karen was nothing weak — resilient, a staggering independence, so often willing to take on a world that offered her so little, at these hours of the night. she hardly knows who she is without her journals and type-face reports, but she likes to think he's given her something, here. a place to hide with him, even if it was just for the night. even if, come tomorrow, it was just the scatter of papers and empty whiskey glasses to keep her company.
delicately she's nudging up to him, noses running alongside one another, and another ginger press of a kiss captures his lips, barely letting them break to murmur again. )
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I don't want you to go.
( she wishes the words sounded stronger than they did, that there wasn't years and one too many stories behind them, waiting for the moment when she'd actually let herself fracture enough to say it. karen was nothing weak — resilient, a staggering independence, so often willing to take on a world that offered her so little, at these hours of the night. she hardly knows who she is without her journals and type-face reports, but she likes to think he's given her something, here. a place to hide with him, even if it was just for the night. even if, come tomorrow, it was just the scatter of papers and empty whiskey glasses to keep her company.
delicately she's nudging up to him, noses running alongside one another, and another ginger press of a kiss captures his lips, barely letting them break to murmur again. )
Stay.