Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
Now her stomach was the one doing flip-flops, somersaults, and other acrobatic feats. It almost felt like she had been standing on the edge of a cliff and someone had shoved her off to fall to her doom... Only, she didn't feel remotely afraid. Instead, she felt exhilarated, knowing that someone was waiting at the bottom to catch her. And it was someone who she trusted implicitly, so what was there to fear?
Now it was the moment of truth. Whatever she decided now would be a decision she'd have to live with for the rest of her life.
"I want you," it was said so simply, but not without feeling; in fact, Betsy was feeling a lot more now than she ever did before. Her eyes bore into her brothers, full of light and love, with an overlay of raw passion and need. She had never wanted this much before either; it was a scary, but heady emotion to experience.
"Please," she sounded soft and pleading, while her lips hovered dangerously close to his, "let me be yours tonight."