[ It takes her a while to be able to feel him, blotting away her tears with his mouth and brushing warmth into her back with his hands. Her headache persists, along with shivers of exhaustion and her stubborn grip. Her breath shudders at the base of his throat, the skin that touches her lips soaked in her same sweat. Her tongue works against the roof of her mouth as Jess finds it difficult to swallow. After a couple seconds, she manages.
She is reluctant to move, even to drink. That would be admitting a world exists outside of their living corpses, back the way they came. She wants to keep running away and nothing will stop her once her boots hit the ground. Jess closes her eyes, sating herself with the vow that as soon as she wakes up, she'll get packing. If she falls asleep at all. No sane part of her wants to, considering where it always ends, but she craves the dead space that precedes the nightmares. It's her (heavy use of sarcastic airquotes) "safe space". ]
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She is reluctant to move, even to drink. That would be admitting a world exists outside of their living corpses, back the way they came. She wants to keep running away and nothing will stop her once her boots hit the ground. Jess closes her eyes, sating herself with the vow that as soon as she wakes up, she'll get packing. If she falls asleep at all. No sane part of her wants to, considering where it always ends, but she craves the dead space that precedes the nightmares. It's her (heavy use of sarcastic airquotes) "safe space". ]