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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,

Despite how fragile she was, Lavender didn't shatter. She was at her core a survivor, the problem was that there wasn't a lot of romance in the art of surviving because it wasn't an easy task. All she knew, all she wanted to know or think about right now was how he felt, how he made her feel. How it could be too much and not enough. Never enough.

"I -" she stopped herself, not wanting to say those words. That might complicate the whole thing, even if it was true and already completed. "I want this - you," she said covering it with another truth. That was the easier one for them to deal with. Her hands moved to undo his trousers and get them out of the way.

Lavender pulled back needing his help to remove the trousers all together. It gave her the chance to look at him again, really look at him, hurting in a way that wasn't bad at all. "Michael." She said his name like it was everything. And it wasn't everything, but in that moment it sure felt that way. Before he had the space to respond she dipped down to kiss him again because she never wanted to stop kissing him.