It's as though time itself is holding its breath for how long the moment feels. Watching Mina's lips caressing her skin, feeling the touch, the tenderness of the gesture belied by the magnitude of its effect and the pounding of the blood in her veins. She looks at Mina with a question in her eyes -- a question she fears asking -- but it is too much to hope that she understands what is happening between them. That she is truly seeing her desire reflected back at her.
"Mina."
The name is a plea and a prayer and faith all at once, desperate as she is to not be wrong in this moment, to not be denied once again. Not with Mina's hand in hers and Mina's mouth on her skin, not when she has come this far. "Will you kiss me?"
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Date: 2014-09-06 01:26 am (UTC)"Mina."
The name is a plea and a prayer and faith all at once, desperate as she is to not be wrong in this moment, to not be denied once again. Not with Mina's hand in hers and Mina's mouth on her skin, not when she has come this far. "Will you kiss me?"