More than that: half a moment after his lips touch hers her hands are buried in his hair and she is pulling him to her with trembling fingers, muffling the end of the little involuntary cry that tears loose from her against his mouth, and there is nothing else; nothing in her world but the places where they touch, the sudden overwhelming surge of her need for there to be more of them. The quiet keen of distress she will make through her nose when she can't think well enough to figure out how. ]
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More than that: half a moment after his lips touch hers her hands are buried in his hair and she is pulling him to her with trembling fingers, muffling the end of the little involuntary cry that tears loose from her against his mouth, and there is nothing else; nothing in her world but the places where they touch, the sudden overwhelming surge of her need for there to be more of them. The quiet keen of distress she will make through her nose when she can't think well enough to figure out how. ]