[It's a mad idea, but when he hold her so close, his kiss as intoxicating as any amount of champagne or cigarettes, how could she refuse? If just for now, if just for tonight, she wants to believe that they could escape the confines of their own lives. That, for once, he may see her as more than the world sees her—as more than just the dreamy darling wife of an esteemed empire, as more than just a golden girl who wants for nothing, who longs for nothing, and certainly is not vulnerable to the ache of heartbreak.]
I want to stay.
[She confesses, soft but resolute. If she could, she would rather spend not just tonight, but tomorrow, and perhaps even the day after, with him in this private hotel, this room where everything else beyond him and his ecstatic touch seems to no longer exist.
She entwines her arms around his shoulders, pressing one, two, then three chaste kisses to his mouth in succession, each with increasing desperation, a combination of grief and longing with eroticism and romance, equal parts sweet and bitter.]
[It seems that simple to him, although he knows it isn't. He knows there could be all kinds of consequences, especially because she has a husband who might be looking for her, one who might suspect something like this if she stays out all night. But his desires overwhelm his ability to think logically about it, and though he knows there are all kinds of reasons they shouldn't do this...
Well, the way she kisses back, the way she expresses her desire to stay, that's enough to outweigh anything else. And though he can feel the sadness in her kiss, he can feel the desire, too, and he likes it, wants to encourage it.
So he just holds her close, kissing her back, squeezing her tightly, as though he doesn't want to let go at all.]
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[It's a mad idea, but when he hold her so close, his kiss as intoxicating as any amount of champagne or cigarettes, how could she refuse? If just for now, if just for tonight, she wants to believe that they could escape the confines of their own lives. That, for once, he may see her as more than the world sees her—as more than just the dreamy darling wife of an esteemed empire, as more than just a golden girl who wants for nothing, who longs for nothing, and certainly is not vulnerable to the ache of heartbreak.]
I want to stay.
[She confesses, soft but resolute. If she could, she would rather spend not just tonight, but tomorrow, and perhaps even the day after, with him in this private hotel, this room where everything else beyond him and his ecstatic touch seems to no longer exist.
She entwines her arms around his shoulders, pressing one, two, then three chaste kisses to his mouth in succession, each with increasing desperation, a combination of grief and longing with eroticism and romance, equal parts sweet and bitter.]
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[It seems that simple to him, although he knows it isn't. He knows there could be all kinds of consequences, especially because she has a husband who might be looking for her, one who might suspect something like this if she stays out all night. But his desires overwhelm his ability to think logically about it, and though he knows there are all kinds of reasons they shouldn't do this...
Well, the way she kisses back, the way she expresses her desire to stay, that's enough to outweigh anything else. And though he can feel the sadness in her kiss, he can feel the desire, too, and he likes it, wants to encourage it.
So he just holds her close, kissing her back, squeezing her tightly, as though he doesn't want to let go at all.]