Re: Casper & Fiona - the next morning
As he tugged her forward, her knees lifted, her feet hooking around him automatically. The anxiety of being with anyone like this again was overpowered by the memories they'd made last night, and she lost herself in him, in his kiss, in the way his touch caused goosebumps to rise up all over her arms and legs.
She was breathless as he broke the kiss, but the way his lips moved over her neck and the words he spoke against her skin seemed to steal even more of the oxygen from her. There was something exciting and comforting about the way he almost seemed to worship her body, and yet it was overwhelming at the same time. Did she think she could sleep with him again? Completely sober, as she was?
"You're allowed to feel what you feel," she told him, sliding her hand from the back of his neck to cup his jaw, her thumb stroking lightly over that wonderfully damned dimple. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with more than this right now, but I promise to communicate it to you if anything gets to be too much," she assured him. Learning how to communicate again, how to set boundaries and stick to them, had been a large part of her recovery since leaving Desmond, and it seemed as though the lessons had penetrated after all.