(Can't win them all. Sophie's already won several times today, might as well let him have this one, especially because he, well, was right. Why are telepaths like this? She'd do it too, make a mental frame of it, hang it on the walls, have it play whenever she found convenient. Pot, kettle.
Anything else she might have wanted to add is lost, because while she could talk to him as usual, kissing just shuts her right up in every plane, her body moving to sit up, back to his chest as she continues carefully move not to hit him, but keeping the rhythm they had going all the same. Her hand finds his hair again, a caress as she focuses on the mellowness of their current flow.
Sophie's thinks the same. It's delightful, and they had never even had anything good, so she wants to store it in the corners of her mind, revisit and build up on it for the times to come. She doesn't feel regret, and she is certain she won't feel when they wake from the coma they set themselves up for.
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(Can't win them all. Sophie's already won several times today, might as well let him have this one, especially because he, well, was right. Why are telepaths like this? She'd do it too, make a mental frame of it, hang it on the walls, have it play whenever she found convenient. Pot, kettle.
Anything else she might have wanted to add is lost, because while she could talk to him as usual, kissing just shuts her right up in every plane, her body moving to sit up, back to his chest as she continues carefully move not to hit him, but keeping the rhythm they had going all the same. Her hand finds his hair again, a caress as she focuses on the mellowness of their current flow.
Sophie's thinks the same. It's delightful, and they had never even had anything good, so she wants to store it in the corners of her mind, revisit and build up on it for the times to come. She doesn't feel regret, and she is certain she won't feel when they wake from the coma they set themselves up for.
It's good. She's, ugh, happy.)