She closed her eyes and pressed her hands over his when he touched her waist. The feeling of him was pure bliss, better than she’d ever thought. But it was gone again, and there was space between them again. Too much space.
She pouted.
“I can’t just go.” She whined.
It was more or less not true. She could kind of do whatever she wanted. And she didn’t want to leave.
“No.” She answered to both questions.
“I was planning on staying here. With you.” She took a step back towards him, reached up, and tapped her index finger on his nose. She then flounced to the couch and flopped onto it with a swish of sheer fabric. She brought her legs up and criss crossed them under her. She arranged her skirts around her legs to maintain propriety for his sake.
When she was finished fiddling she gazed up at him, expectantly.
“It’s you who needs someone.” She added for good measure. “You can’t pine after Ishara forever, Darcy. She’s gone. You have to let her go; move on. You have to let yourself love again.” It didn’t occur to her that speaking of he and Ishara and his potential feelings for a long-dead woman would be even more unsettling for the poor man. She said it all matter-of-factly.
“Sorlisle won that round.” She said, blackly. "But I'm here to settle the score. With you."
She pouted.
“I can’t just go.” She whined.
It was more or less not true. She could kind of do whatever she wanted. And she didn’t want to leave.
“No.” She answered to both questions.
“I was planning on staying here. With you.” She took a step back towards him, reached up, and tapped her index finger on his nose. She then flounced to the couch and flopped onto it with a swish of sheer fabric. She brought her legs up and criss crossed them under her. She arranged her skirts around her legs to maintain propriety for his sake.
When she was finished fiddling she gazed up at him, expectantly.
“It’s you who needs someone.” She added for good measure. “You can’t pine after Ishara forever, Darcy. She’s gone. You have to let her go; move on. You have to let yourself love again.” It didn’t occur to her that speaking of he and Ishara and his potential feelings for a long-dead woman would be even more unsettling for the poor man. She said it all matter-of-factly.
“Sorlisle won that round.” She said, blackly. "But I'm here to settle the score. With you."
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