[ There is no real opportunity for her to acknowledge or mourn the loss of certain articles of clothing along the way, for something about this calls back instantly to those times when she was a young girl, daring and heedless of inadvertently getting the hem of her dress wet as she and her childhood friend Mina splashed through puddles together. Once she lets herself experience the freedom of it, the run is short and bearable, especially with the security of a hand grasped tight in her own.
Inside the darkened interior of the house — for she has not moved to turn on any of the lights yet — she can hear the rain beating relentlessly against the windows, falling in sheets, and he is silhouetted even in the shadows, as she listens to her own light pants of breath, to his. Her own dress has dissolved midway up her legs, the sheer fabric of her stockings beneath clinging to her calves in mere strips, and her gaze drifts over his face, seemingly more daring now that they are secluded together, tucked away in a dry, warm space. ]
Yes, I shudder to think what sort of state we would have been left in without it. [ Her voice has dropped, low and still sounding as though she is trying to slow her breaths, and the umbrella in question slips from her grasp to fall to the floor, spinning like a top before listing to one side.
On sudden impulse, she reaches up to sweep fingers against a few curls straying across his forehead, nudging them back with all of the rest. For a moment it is silent between them, save the rain. ]
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Inside the darkened interior of the house — for she has not moved to turn on any of the lights yet — she can hear the rain beating relentlessly against the windows, falling in sheets, and he is silhouetted even in the shadows, as she listens to her own light pants of breath, to his. Her own dress has dissolved midway up her legs, the sheer fabric of her stockings beneath clinging to her calves in mere strips, and her gaze drifts over his face, seemingly more daring now that they are secluded together, tucked away in a dry, warm space. ]
Yes, I shudder to think what sort of state we would have been left in without it. [ Her voice has dropped, low and still sounding as though she is trying to slow her breaths, and the umbrella in question slips from her grasp to fall to the floor, spinning like a top before listing to one side.
On sudden impulse, she reaches up to sweep fingers against a few curls straying across his forehead, nudging them back with all of the rest. For a moment it is silent between them, save the rain. ]