Annie realizes now that she has never had anyone kiss her hand, that with all the soft affection her packmates had given her they weren't like this. And to be fair, she was never this clear-eyed about how much she wants it with anyone before this. Her love has always been deep, but it was always hazy.
"I'll tell you what she says," she murmurs, pink in the ears, delighted.
The elevator, though, she knows the elevator. She wonders what he'd think if he knew how often she'd let her mind drift between these doors, back to a Herculean effort on her part to maintain boundaries. "D'you know what I wanted to do with you in here? Had nothing to do with mistletoe," she croons, and kisses him deeper.
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Date: 2017-01-05 11:45 pm (UTC)"I'll tell you what she says," she murmurs, pink in the ears, delighted.
The elevator, though, she knows the elevator. She wonders what he'd think if he knew how often she'd let her mind drift between these doors, back to a Herculean effort on her part to maintain boundaries. "D'you know what I wanted to do with you in here? Had nothing to do with mistletoe," she croons, and kisses him deeper.