[ Afraid is not an option. Maybe was in the past -- that tight rope, razor blade walk between wanting him and needing him -- but Moneypenny's gone all in now, pushed all of her chips to the center of the table with both hands (her apartment, her mothertongue, her name). Folding's not an option. Running's not an option.
There's just this and more this. (That's what she's wanted from the start.)
Longing burns in her belly and underneath her nails. (No one's ever managed it as well as Iain can and, as far as she's concerned, now no one ever will.) She wants to feel his mouth on hers again, wants him to steal her very breath away; but despite this, her fingers just curl into his hair tighter. Moneypenny's forearms strain with the effort of keeping him held back and after a while, they start to burn too Just far enough away that he feel her panting against his face but not close enough to actually steal a taste. (Want me, her eyes seem to say even though he's already there pressed between her legs; even though he's got her pinned through the heart like an insect kept in a glass box to hoard over. Want me more.)
Just to prove how unafraid she is, Moneypenny gives a voice to the tumult that stirs in her chest and behind those half-lowered lids. ] Stay, [ she tells him, even though they both know that he won't.
(Stay today. Stay tomorrow. Stay indefinitely. Moneypenny doesn't clarify which. She doesn't need to.) ]
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There's just this and more this. (That's what she's wanted from the start.)
Longing burns in her belly and underneath her nails. (No one's ever managed it as well as Iain can and, as far as she's concerned, now no one ever will.) She wants to feel his mouth on hers again, wants him to steal her very breath away; but despite this, her fingers just curl into his hair tighter. Moneypenny's forearms strain with the effort of keeping him held back and after a while, they start to burn too Just far enough away that he feel her panting against his face but not close enough to actually steal a taste. (Want me, her eyes seem to say even though he's already there pressed between her legs; even though he's got her pinned through the heart like an insect kept in a glass box to hoard over. Want me more.)
Just to prove how unafraid she is, Moneypenny gives a voice to the tumult that stirs in her chest and behind those half-lowered lids. ] Stay, [ she tells him, even though they both know that he won't.
(Stay today. Stay tomorrow. Stay indefinitely. Moneypenny doesn't clarify which. She doesn't need to.) ]