[ Jess let go in order to lift her hips and shove her underwear down. She bent at her side, shoulder against his chest obliging him to ease off just enough so she could push the fabric down her legs to kick it off. While she was there, she helped him with his, too. Then she laid back down and took a breath right as she met his gaze.
He was so beautiful. Anything worthy that he saw in her could only be a reflection of his light, overflowing and rolling back on him. He seemed to love like he wasn't afraid of being hurt. To give of himself with no concern for who should deserve it. She saw the best of humanity in him. A god's love was possessive, selective, back-breaking. His earthly aspect outshone whatever divine gifts came of his god side. He was whole without them; for someone out there to prize him for his powers reduced him to spare parts. There was frightfully little she wouldn't do to protect him from that. ]
Don't say anything. [ she murmured, palms smoothing along his sides and gently over his ribs. Jess was afraid of being hurt -- not by him, but by memories of someone who thought he loved her. It strained her heart and spurred its beating to be this tender and to look him in the eye. Words could push her over the edge, into the past he was trying to take her away from. She wanted to be as good as him. To believe that there was a time in her life when she was capable of it. ] Just my name, if you want.
[ A hand slipped between them to cradle his cheek and pull softly, insisting on another kiss. ]
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He was so beautiful. Anything worthy that he saw in her could only be a reflection of his light, overflowing and rolling back on him. He seemed to love like he wasn't afraid of being hurt. To give of himself with no concern for who should deserve it. She saw the best of humanity in him. A god's love was possessive, selective, back-breaking. His earthly aspect outshone whatever divine gifts came of his god side. He was whole without them; for someone out there to prize him for his powers reduced him to spare parts. There was frightfully little she wouldn't do to protect him from that. ]
Don't say anything. [ she murmured, palms smoothing along his sides and gently over his ribs. Jess was afraid of being hurt -- not by him, but by memories of someone who thought he loved her. It strained her heart and spurred its beating to be this tender and to look him in the eye. Words could push her over the edge, into the past he was trying to take her away from. She wanted to be as good as him. To believe that there was a time in her life when she was capable of it. ] Just my name, if you want.
[ A hand slipped between them to cradle his cheek and pull softly, insisting on another kiss. ]