[Oh. She is discovering that she does not at all mind being held on to. She could very easily get used to it. But first she's distracted by the way that Clara's head falls to bare the elegant arch of that neck, and doesn't waste the chance to taste that skin.
Stilling as Clara speaks, she listens.
She loves this woman, so much that it hurts. Love does that, she knows. Leaning back just enough to look at her, she moves to wrap her arms around the other woman's shoulders, stepping in close to hold her close like she's half certain Clara will disappear from her arms.]
My Clara. This time we're not too late. Neither of us.
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Stilling as Clara speaks, she listens.
She loves this woman, so much that it hurts. Love does that, she knows. Leaning back just enough to look at her, she moves to wrap her arms around the other woman's shoulders, stepping in close to hold her close like she's half certain Clara will disappear from her arms.]
My Clara. This time we're not too late. Neither of us.