[ Objectively, she knows that Eustace is attractive. She's listened to her own female cadets whisper about him throughout the years, but has never paid it much mind. Looks meant little to her, anyway, and separation of work and personal life was practically a mantra. Now, she's forced to acknowledge the fact as if it were a train hitting her at full speed.
All of the years they've worked alongside each other, reduced to this. The notion that this is happening is still ridiculous.
None of that matters. All that matters is that she wants to sink into this kiss and yield to his touch, and devour him simultaneously. Tentatively, she runs her hands over the expanse of his back, breath hitching in her throat and her tongue seeking to meet his as his hands roam over her.
Eventually, her hands settle on his waistband, and even now, even with her body screaming at her to get rid of these last barriers between them, she hesitates. ]
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All of the years they've worked alongside each other, reduced to this. The notion that this is happening is still ridiculous.
None of that matters. All that matters is that she wants to sink into this kiss and yield to his touch, and devour him simultaneously. Tentatively, she runs her hands over the expanse of his back, breath hitching in her throat and her tongue seeking to meet his as his hands roam over her.
Eventually, her hands settle on his waistband, and even now, even with her body screaming at her to get rid of these last barriers between them, she hesitates. ]