[His eyes are closed, and there's no longer brandy-brown eyes pinning her down and stripping her away, layer by layer, strip by strip. She lets herself get swept away by his kiss, more practiced than Anakin was, less feeling.
For all of his soft words and sweet touches, Tahiri knows him for what he is.
She hates that his eyes are closed. That he can deny her seeing the truth on his face, that he can act like she isn't a threat. But her shoulders slump, because she's not.
So instead her hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the skin.] I'm not looking for endless possibilities.
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Date: 2014-02-01 05:20 am (UTC)For all of his soft words and sweet touches, Tahiri knows him for what he is.
She hates that his eyes are closed. That he can deny her seeing the truth on his face, that he can act like she isn't a threat. But her shoulders slump, because she's not.
So instead her hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the skin.] I'm not looking for endless possibilities.