She's not looking to be someone's savior. If nothing else, Faye doesn't think herself capable of it, her own existence too transient, as much so as time has been for her. It would be simply another scene in the act had he not already slipped past the curtains, discovered for himself how tightly her fists are still wrapped around the need to survive, more than Faye cares to admit.
When he kisses her, it's like he saps that need, replacing it with one of his own. She breathes in the middle of the kiss, keeping it prolonged, fingers gripping the front of his shirt. It's a good kiss, much like the first, with her hand slowly rising up to curl by his cheek while the other reaches around his back, bringing him to her as much as she goes to him. He's warm.
Faye can't tell who breaks for air first, but it doesn't matter, her lips grazing against the side of his neck as she pivots them both and steps towards the bedroom, fingers deftly undoing the long line of buttons down his shirt.
"Not your surname," she says, fingertips brushing against the line of his collarbone. "Your given name."
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Date: 2013-09-20 01:37 am (UTC)When he kisses her, it's like he saps that need, replacing it with one of his own. She breathes in the middle of the kiss, keeping it prolonged, fingers gripping the front of his shirt. It's a good kiss, much like the first, with her hand slowly rising up to curl by his cheek while the other reaches around his back, bringing him to her as much as she goes to him. He's warm.
Faye can't tell who breaks for air first, but it doesn't matter, her lips grazing against the side of his neck as she pivots them both and steps towards the bedroom, fingers deftly undoing the long line of buttons down his shirt.
"Not your surname," she says, fingertips brushing against the line of his collarbone. "Your given name."