[He closes the distance between them and her first instinct is to counter, to keep distance between them, but the way he moves, the way his voice lowers, is strained and heated and it stays her movement, holds her in place.
And then he says that.
Iona’s eyes go wide and she goes very, very still, looking up at him in shock. He can’t... it’s not... but it is the truth. Everything she’s said has been the truth, whether she’s wanted it to be or not, no matter how hard she’s tried... so she has no reason to assume the same isn’t true for him. He’s just... he wants...
The same thing she does. He’s thought about the same thing she has...
And he’s used her name. Her given name. Not her title, or her clan name... For the first time since their meeting, he’s used her given name. And it makes her heart pound as much as the rest of his words do. She shouldn’t like the way he says her name so much.
It’s all overwhelming and she doesn’t know what to do. She’s torn between putting distance between them and stepping even closer and grabbing him and kissing him the way she’s wanted to for far too long.]
That’s why distance would be better. [Her hand lifts, settling on his chest and she’s not quite sure whether she intended to pull him closer or push him away, but she does neither, her hand instead resting gently over his heart.] Because the more time we spend together the more I want to kiss you.
[The words come, no matter how much she wishes they wouldn’t.]
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And then he says that.
Iona’s eyes go wide and she goes very, very still, looking up at him in shock. He can’t... it’s not... but it is the truth. Everything she’s said has been the truth, whether she’s wanted it to be or not, no matter how hard she’s tried... so she has no reason to assume the same isn’t true for him. He’s just... he wants...
The same thing she does. He’s thought about the same thing she has...
And he’s used her name. Her given name. Not her title, or her clan name... For the first time since their meeting, he’s used her given name. And it makes her heart pound as much as the rest of his words do. She shouldn’t like the way he says her name so much.
It’s all overwhelming and she doesn’t know what to do. She’s torn between putting distance between them and stepping even closer and grabbing him and kissing him the way she’s wanted to for far too long.]
That’s why distance would be better. [Her hand lifts, settling on his chest and she’s not quite sure whether she intended to pull him closer or push him away, but she does neither, her hand instead resting gently over his heart.] Because the more time we spend together the more I want to kiss you.
[The words come, no matter how much she wishes they wouldn’t.]