A moment's hesitation, the odd stutter of motion that presses her up and ready for pursuit, and —
Right. She settles back in, grinds teeth against lip to ignore the irritated snort of the creature beneath her. Brushes fingers against its shorn mane. The spine of new stubble before hands, heat.
Don't leave, and the space between request and command is the chance to. Leave, but come back.
Edited ("it's weird to edit an endcap tag kate, there's nothing even to respond to" how about your mom) 2018-06-03 10:44 (UTC)
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Right. She settles back in, grinds teeth against lip to ignore the irritated snort of the creature beneath her. Brushes fingers against its shorn mane. The spine of new stubble before hands, heat.
Don't leave, and the space between request and command is the chance to. Leave, but come back.