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Zhol's ability to speak vanished. He didn't miss it. Speaking had never been his forte. With Khara, sometimes he managed to fumble enough words together to come somewhere close to what he intended to say, but usually the words weren't enough, or they were wrong, or they sounded wrong when you listened to them a certain way. Zhol speaking had almost broken their friendship - almost made what they were now an impossibility. Zhol speaking his worries was what left Khara so nervous and tentative when anything like this happened. Zhol's not quite correct enough words were why Khara had just pulled away, despite that being the exact opposite of what Zhol wanted her to do.
So he didn't speak. As she drew away, he chased her, his body pressing itself against hers with considerably more slow and deliberate intent, his hands sliding across her back beneath the blankets as he brought his lips to hers again. His touch was gentle, but firm; if Khara tried to pull away, she would have no difficulty, yet Zhol wanted to be sure she knew that wasn't what he wanted. Every rise and fall of his lungs was enough for his chest to brush against hers, breaths snuck between the flurry of kisses that he poured onto Khara's lips.
He paused for a moment, his lips stealing a few last kisses before they finally obeyed his instruction to stop. "Stay," he breathed, only trusting himself with a single word. He let his head slip past hers, cheeks resting against each other, his arms drawing Khara's body as close to him as he could possibly get. His eyes closed, Zhol taking the time to appreciate the feeling that filled him; not excitement, but rather comfort, the reassuring feeling of being so absolutely close to Khara, with absolutely nothing at all between them.
A gentle kiss was pressed against her shoulder. "Please," he managed to whisper, another carefully chosen word. "Stay like this."
Zhol's ability to speak vanished. He didn't miss it. Speaking had never been his forte. With Khara, sometimes he managed to fumble enough words together to come somewhere close to what he intended to say, but usually the words weren't enough, or they were wrong, or they sounded wrong when you listened to them a certain way. Zhol speaking had almost broken their friendship - almost made what they were now an impossibility. Zhol speaking his worries was what left Khara so nervous and tentative when anything like this happened. Zhol's not quite correct enough words were why Khara had just pulled away, despite that being the exact opposite of what Zhol wanted her to do.
So he didn't speak. As she drew away, he chased her, his body pressing itself against hers with considerably more slow and deliberate intent, his hands sliding across her back beneath the blankets as he brought his lips to hers again. His touch was gentle, but firm; if Khara tried to pull away, she would have no difficulty, yet Zhol wanted to be sure she knew that wasn't what he wanted. Every rise and fall of his lungs was enough for his chest to brush against hers, breaths snuck between the flurry of kisses that he poured onto Khara's lips.
He paused for a moment, his lips stealing a few last kisses before they finally obeyed his instruction to stop. "Stay," he breathed, only trusting himself with a single word. He let his head slip past hers, cheeks resting against each other, his arms drawing Khara's body as close to him as he could possibly get. His eyes closed, Zhol taking the time to appreciate the feeling that filled him; not excitement, but rather comfort, the reassuring feeling of being so absolutely close to Khara, with absolutely nothing at all between them.
A gentle kiss was pressed against her shoulder. "Please," he managed to whisper, another carefully chosen word. "Stay like this."
"Pavi" | "Common" | "Nari" | "Symenos"
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