[ (I love you. I love you. And, just barely: isn't that enough?
This is all I have left to give you. (http://neaten.livejournal.com/441.html?thread=26809#t26809))
Still, Iain's back arches, spine like the silhouette of the ramparts of castle raised up high. The hand he has on her throat pushes upward, fingers pressing into the outline of her jaw, pressure now in that direction as opposed to simply down. As her fingers thread through his hair, he bares his teeth, something close to a snarl slipping past his lips as she pulls his head back.
(She's beautiful. He has never had any reservations on this point.)
His eyebrows turn up as he regards her, the expression almost sad, as though to say you should be, you really should be; I'm terrified of you. As best he can, he strains against her grasp, his mouth chasing after hers despite the sharp pain in his scalp. ]
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This is all I have left to give you. (http://neaten.livejournal.com/441.html?thread=26809#t26809))
Still, Iain's back arches, spine like the silhouette of the ramparts of castle raised up high. The hand he has on her throat pushes upward, fingers pressing into the outline of her jaw, pressure now in that direction as opposed to simply down. As her fingers thread through his hair, he bares his teeth, something close to a snarl slipping past his lips as she pulls his head back.
(She's beautiful. He has never had any reservations on this point.)
His eyebrows turn up as he regards her, the expression almost sad, as though to say you should be, you really should be; I'm terrified of you. As best he can, he strains against her grasp, his mouth chasing after hers despite the sharp pain in his scalp. ]