[ She's not responsible for who or what he dreams about so he has no right to be repulsed by the reality he ends up with but Jess is still softly shaken by his lack of rejection. Instead of easing her off or away from him, he maintains the intimacy they woke up to. Most of it.
Her shoulders crumple, the whisper of rainfall lulling away the drive she had last night. If they left any tracks or scents that could be picked up, it will stamp them out on the earth. They could stay here, if they were lovers. For an hour or two, if nothing else. Jess doesn't know if he wants that from her or what the word means to him to begin with. But he can do definitely better than someone who can't promise to be with him except for moment by moment, exploiting the ones she does have. In this one, she simply does what she knows she wants and nuzzles bluntly against him, nosing at his cheek. Her grip on his shirt remains steady and so does she. ]
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Her shoulders crumple, the whisper of rainfall lulling away the drive she had last night. If they left any tracks or scents that could be picked up, it will stamp them out on the earth. They could stay here, if they were lovers. For an hour or two, if nothing else. Jess doesn't know if he wants that from her or what the word means to him to begin with. But he can do definitely better than someone who can't promise to be with him except for moment by moment, exploiting the ones she does have. In this one, she simply does what she knows she wants and nuzzles bluntly against him, nosing at his cheek. Her grip on his shirt remains steady and so does she. ]