[ she won't let go of the belief that he will come to regret that. or maybe it's that she won't all at once. it's nice to question it that meagre amount, if nothing else.
her thoughts become strangely benign after that. mostly, she wonders what to do with her hands. she wants to touch him more than anything but doesn't know where or have the muscle memory to instigate a self-contained caress. christ knows she can't kiss him and he can probably smell her breath as they are presently (making it his call and taking something else off her shoulders). she just wants to stay there, imperfectly held and peripherally ill, where she barely has to fear her own contentedness, until the need for sleep gives up on her and she can be hungover in peace.
Frank's voice nudge her from her daydreaming while her body remains hunkered against him like a boulder. Jess shoots back the twofer: noncommittal and unintelligible ] Couch.
no subject
her thoughts become strangely benign after that. mostly, she wonders what to do with her hands. she wants to touch him more than anything but doesn't know where or have the muscle memory to instigate a self-contained caress. christ knows she can't kiss him and he can probably smell her breath as they are presently (making it his call and taking something else off her shoulders). she just wants to stay there, imperfectly held and peripherally ill, where she barely has to fear her own contentedness, until the need for sleep gives up on her and she can be hungover in peace.
Frank's voice nudge her from her daydreaming while her body remains hunkered against him like a boulder. Jess shoots back the twofer: noncommittal and unintelligible ] Couch.