[She knows. And if she wanted to, she could do it for him. Give him the freedom he deserves under these twisted circumstances and shove him off the second he's strong enough to head back to Moya.
But that seems far almost. A future concept rather than a current idea, and Aeryn keeps him there like that-- chasing the edge of his breath with her teeth, her tongue-- for longer than she has any right to. But there's tension in her frigid fingertips, and she needs it. ]
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But that seems far almost. A future concept rather than a current idea, and Aeryn keeps him there like that-- chasing the edge of his breath with her teeth, her tongue-- for longer than she has any right to. But there's tension in her frigid fingertips, and she needs it. ]