[ When he suddenly surges forward and and crushes their lips together, she's only surprised for a second. What doesn't surprise her at all is the desperate edge to the kiss. The way he kisses her like his life depends on it.
To say she doesn't kiss him back in the same way would be a lie.
Part of her, irrationally, still feels responsible. And part of her is confused and desperate, and wondering why he really didn't kill her when he had the chance. She very much doubts it was their contract that stayed his hand.
And part of her doesn't want to see him suffer ever again. She wants him to be safe and happy. She wants to hear him laugh and joke again. She wants to always keep him close because she---
Oh, damn it.
One hand tangles in his hair, and she eases herself onto his lap. She needs him, just as much as he needs her. ]
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To say she doesn't kiss him back in the same way would be a lie.
Part of her, irrationally, still feels responsible. And part of her is confused and desperate, and wondering why he really didn't kill her when he had the chance. She very much doubts it was their contract that stayed his hand.
And part of her doesn't want to see him suffer ever again. She wants him to be safe and happy. She wants to hear him laugh and joke again. She wants to always keep him close because she---
Oh, damn it.
One hand tangles in his hair, and she eases herself onto his lap. She needs him, just as much as he needs her. ]