titles can go eff themselves...
for virkatjol because she owns me! sorry about the angst.
ILU! relaxjolene for the beta ty ty ty :D
one day maybe i'll write a fic past 3 paragraphs... : /
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They slept together, they bathed together, and they dressed together. Sometimes if she felt brave enough she would let Richard pull her naked form to his chest, letting him feel her against him. If they were not going to be able to consummate their relationship, it was the least Kahlan could do for him.
They were getting good at denying themselves, at finding the self control when they thought there was none left. She could always tell when it became too much for him. One moment he would be at her side, and the next he would be gone, slipping away, trying to gain his composure somewhere alone among the trees. Her own feelings would bubble up then, reminding her of everything they couldn't have, everything she couldn't give him and she was glad that he wasn't at her side. She would need the time to rein in her own emotions
Later he'd return, smiling at her while she held his hand, Both of them attempting to hide the pain while acknowledging the slow return of their control.
In command of their feelings again, they continued on in their previous way. A comfortable habit they'd developed; sleeping, bathing, dressing, unable to do any more. Offering each other as much as they could, yet holding so much back.
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ILU! relaxjolene for the beta ty ty ty :D
one day maybe i'll write a fic past 3 paragraphs... : /
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They slept together, they bathed together, and they dressed together. Sometimes if she felt brave enough she would let Richard pull her naked form to his chest, letting him feel her against him. If they were not going to be able to consummate their relationship, it was the least Kahlan could do for him.
They were getting good at denying themselves, at finding the self control when they thought there was none left. She could always tell when it became too much for him. One moment he would be at her side, and the next he would be gone, slipping away, trying to gain his composure somewhere alone among the trees. Her own feelings would bubble up then, reminding her of everything they couldn't have, everything she couldn't give him and she was glad that he wasn't at her side. She would need the time to rein in her own emotions
Later he'd return, smiling at her while she held his hand, Both of them attempting to hide the pain while acknowledging the slow return of their control.
In command of their feelings again, they continued on in their previous way. A comfortable habit they'd developed; sleeping, bathing, dressing, unable to do any more. Offering each other as much as they could, yet holding so much back.
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