(somehow, it didn't surprise vertin to learn that. that schneider doesn't share, not in this way and how they're both stepping further. further past a line that they had crossed not long ago. the memory fresh as vertin lays beneath schneider from that push back, her cheeks flushed pink again upon being straddled. the softness of vertin's expression is a change to her usual; how she could often look as though her life is comprised of tragedy and sorrow only to have that comfort to let down those burdens.
if only for a little while to warm breath against her neck, her chin nuzzling into schneider's head while beneath her. it didn't take long for vertin to near sharply exhale. though this was new, she did reach eventually to unbutton the shirt she had given her. vertin's hands weren't as shaky as earlier but....she could agree with that. that something about this is considerably sacred for the two of them. that time spent no matter their thirst, their desire, would be spent in passion that simmers.
if tonight becomes longer than most vertin's ever experienced, then it shall be in her arms. her body surrendered and a silent whisper from it to schneider with a plea; to make her into hers no matter what may or may not be brought upon them from the future. no matter what happens whenever vertin slowly, surely, reaches to remove that shirt from her.
to memorize herself, every part of her as they lay together. every scar, every soft part of vertin's body would be something for schneider's own hands just as vertin would touch her tenderly in kind.
that's a promise no matter her not speaking it aloud.)
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if only for a little while to warm breath against her neck, her chin nuzzling into schneider's head while beneath her. it didn't take long for vertin to near sharply exhale. though this was new, she did reach eventually to unbutton the shirt she had given her. vertin's hands weren't as shaky as earlier but....she could agree with that. that something about this is considerably sacred for the two of them. that time spent no matter their thirst, their desire, would be spent in passion that simmers.
if tonight becomes longer than most vertin's ever experienced, then it shall be in her arms. her body surrendered and a silent whisper from it to schneider with a plea; to make her into hers no matter what may or may not be brought upon them from the future. no matter what happens whenever vertin slowly, surely, reaches to remove that shirt from her.
to memorize herself, every part of her as they lay together. every scar, every soft part of vertin's body would be something for schneider's own hands just as vertin would touch her tenderly in kind.
that's a promise no matter her not speaking it aloud.)