[ The exposing state of her dress is one even she is not fully aware of until she moves, until she feels the air ghosting across her legs, sections of her stockings having dissolved away altogether after splashing through those puddles with his hand clutched tight in her own. When another wave of need passes over her, prompting her to throw a hand out for necessary leverage, she isn't certain she can continue immediately, frozen on the steps like a statue on display — perhaps yes, even on a pedestal if she had the wherewithal to hold a similar thought in her head at this moment.
Her heart pounds in her chest so firmly that she can hear the echo of it in her ears, almost loud enough to block out the distant fall of rain, and she is surprised he cannot hear it too, that constant thudding that quickens in spite of her attempts to remain calm. ]
And if I told you you were permitted?
[ She does not turn around to face him, fingers curving an imperceptible degree against the wood of the railing, as if one look from him will prove to be the undoing of the final shreds of whatever self-control she has within her. For the moment, all is silence between them again, but she can almost hear his breaths as closely as if they were in her ear, and she imagines him there now, pressed against her, vivid and palpable and close enough to touch and be touched in her mind's eye. ]
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Her heart pounds in her chest so firmly that she can hear the echo of it in her ears, almost loud enough to block out the distant fall of rain, and she is surprised he cannot hear it too, that constant thudding that quickens in spite of her attempts to remain calm. ]
And if I told you you were permitted?
[ She does not turn around to face him, fingers curving an imperceptible degree against the wood of the railing, as if one look from him will prove to be the undoing of the final shreds of whatever self-control she has within her. For the moment, all is silence between them again, but she can almost hear his breaths as closely as if they were in her ear, and she imagines him there now, pressed against her, vivid and palpable and close enough to touch and be touched in her mind's eye. ]