"I know," she said, whispering to keep from sobbing outright. She needed to be able to talk, at least for a few moments more. "I've always known that. But this - this matters too."
She pressed a palm to his cheek, his bare chest, his hip, hoping he knew what she meant. Saffron understood physical intimacy, was an expert in it, in fact. She understood jealousy, had experienced it many a time, in various forms. But this was much stronger than mere physical intimacy, much deeper than jealousy, and that, to her, was new. She'd never gotten to this point with anyone else, even those she loved before.
"It's never mattered as much to me as it does now," she tried to explain. "I - I want to know you're mine, and mine alone. And I want to be yours."
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Date: 2011-10-14 06:37 am (UTC)She pressed a palm to his cheek, his bare chest, his hip, hoping he knew what she meant. Saffron understood physical intimacy, was an expert in it, in fact. She understood jealousy, had experienced it many a time, in various forms. But this was much stronger than mere physical intimacy, much deeper than jealousy, and that, to her, was new. She'd never gotten to this point with anyone else, even those she loved before.
"It's never mattered as much to me as it does now," she tried to explain. "I - I want to know you're mine, and mine alone. And I want to be yours."