[ her hand rests against his belly, and already they are so very casual, already this is coming so easily, and while they do still have muddling to do - for even now he does not know if he loves this affection because of amri, or because of azem - it is still so very welcome. ]
I rather like it as well.
[ one arm crooks upward to cradle the back of his head, while the other drops down to hers on his abdomen, his fingertips dancing across her knuckles, learning the shape of them, the texture of her skin. one might think that such little things might not feel different person to person, but after keeping the same lovers for millennia, these things are sharp contrasts. he could never forget the feel of azem's hands any more than the taste of hades' mouth, and so all of amri's differences are stark.
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I rather like it as well.
[ one arm crooks upward to cradle the back of his head, while the other drops down to hers on his abdomen, his fingertips dancing across her knuckles, learning the shape of them, the texture of her skin. one might think that such little things might not feel different person to person, but after keeping the same lovers for millennia, these things are sharp contrasts. he could never forget the feel of azem's hands any more than the taste of hades' mouth, and so all of amri's differences are stark.
he has so much still to learn about her. ]