Her eyes widen, eyebrows knitting together again, and she only watches -- almost looking as if she doesn't comprehend -- as he moves her hand along his body. And when he moves in to kiss her, her expression stays just as perplexed for the space of a heartbeat.
As acutely aware of every little detail as she feels, she also somehow feels... detached. Shocked. As if she's not responsible for herself.
It's not the first time she's felt that way, but Gren probably holds the record for the number of times he's made her feel like this.
She does understand. She understands as well as she possibly can and better than almost anybody. She's seen him naked, and she's heard his story. When he says he can deal with it if she can, she can only think that she's never even thought of it in those terms.
It's not that she's sweet or enlightened or selfless or just generally kind-hearted and thoughtful. She's just as superficial as anyone else, and at times, she enjoys the hell out of it.
She's not attracted to breasts -- she's got her own, thanks -- but she's attracted to Gren. And barring the initial shock and confusion when she saw him in the shower, she can't remember ever not feeling that way when he's been around.
(Despite her best efforts.)
It's a good thing that Gren's body is nothing she considers herself ashamed of, because after that one endless moment of unresponsiveness, her hand -- as if it has a mind of its own -- bunches in the collar of his shirt and uses it to pull him closer.
She's used to barreling into things and worrying -- as little as possible -- about the consequences afterward, but if he's going to kiss her... well, he better kiss her.
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Date: 2007-07-03 06:36 am (UTC)As acutely aware of every little detail as she feels, she also somehow feels... detached. Shocked. As if she's not responsible for herself.
It's not the first time she's felt that way, but Gren probably holds the record for the number of times he's made her feel like this.
She does understand. She understands as well as she possibly can and better than almost anybody. She's seen him naked, and she's heard his story. When he says he can deal with it if she can, she can only think that she's never even thought of it in those terms.
It's not that she's sweet or enlightened or selfless or just generally kind-hearted and thoughtful. She's just as superficial as anyone else, and at times, she enjoys the hell out of it.
She's not attracted to breasts -- she's got her own, thanks -- but she's attracted to Gren. And barring the initial shock and confusion when she saw him in the shower, she can't remember ever not feeling that way when he's been around.
(Despite her best efforts.)
It's a good thing that Gren's body is nothing she considers herself ashamed of, because after that one endless moment of unresponsiveness, her hand -- as if it has a mind of its own -- bunches in the collar of his shirt and uses it to pull him closer.
She's used to barreling into things and worrying -- as little as possible -- about the consequences afterward, but if he's going to kiss her... well, he better kiss her.