Re: [Adult] VIP Area
He didn't mind the way she clung to him; he never had. In the dark days of their past it had made him feel important, like he'd still managed to do something right in the midst of his mistakes, and his touch was firm and possessive as he slid his hands over curves and soft skin in a similar attempt to validate her presence. Back when she'd left him, he used to dream of this, having her so close that he could hear her heartbeat, and the mornings after were always the hardest. With them came harsh reality, and he could never decide if his nights were the best or the worst part of his day. But there was no more need for wisps of dreams, because she was here now, and he wasn't going to lose her again.
His laughter when she pressed him back was more of an exhale of breath than actual sound, and he trailed his fingers back and forth across her upper back and shoulders before letting them press into her skin in an effort to keep her there. The kisses made him sigh in pleasure, and even though he couldn't understand what she said--his minimal French didn't extend that far--he thought he might have an idea of what she meant. "Oui," he said, a slurred whisper, because he was certain that he would agree with whatever she said.
It was perfection, the two of them entwined in the quiet dark with pulsating lights outside the window and the sounds of the party far above their heads, and he fought sleep for as long as he could. He wanted to remember this, every second, every inch of skin and the way her breathing sounded in the dark; maybe part of him was afraid of waking up and her not being there, but he reassured himself that even if she wasn't in the bed come morning, she wouldn't leave him again like she had before.