[ None of this was anything that either of them could have ever imagined.
And if Mion's going to be honest? There's still a part of her that still thinks that maybe this is just a fleeting dream, a figment of her imagination. But she's immediately distracted by not words, but actions -
The feeling of lips pressed on her own, how his hand stays on the side of her face, gentle, how he slowly works himself inside. He might even be able to hear her moan in the kiss as he does that, too. ]
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[ None of this was anything that either of them could have ever imagined.
And if Mion's going to be honest? There's still a part of her that still thinks that maybe this is just a fleeting dream, a figment of her imagination. But she's immediately distracted by not words, but actions -
The feeling of lips pressed on her own, how his hand stays on the side of her face, gentle, how he slowly works himself inside. He might even be able to hear her moan in the kiss as he does that, too. ]