[It's sorely needed contact for the both of them, really. Aeryn leans in, burying her face in the underside of his jaw, palm acting as a barrier between his cheek and the pillow he's laid out over.
She should say something. Ought to get the words out while there's time and the city's oddly quiet. Ought to-- and doesn't.
Aeryn Sun was never much good with words over action, anyway.]
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She should say something. Ought to get the words out while there's time and the city's oddly quiet. Ought to-- and doesn't.
Aeryn Sun was never much good with words over action, anyway.]