She settles, legs hooked outside his, and for a moment she's glad for the willing blindfold, too; she has no idea what her face is doing when he says that, and for a moment she doesn't know how to even respond. She doesn't have to, though, and she gives herself the time to kiss his collarbone, a scar on his shoulder, the center of his chest. To reach up and pull her fingers through his hair again, unobstructed by the blindfold this time.
"I'm just me," she finally says, like a helpless shrug. "Same as you."
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Date: 2024-12-10 03:48 am (UTC)"I'm just me," she finally says, like a helpless shrug. "Same as you."