Some part of her had been genuinely afraid of some rejection, that her own stiltedness might have made it unwelcome. Her hesitations to initiate anything had been so wound up in memories and dread and being afraid to start over and trying to allow her heart and its injuries to recover.
The gasp and the sigh draw a smile out of her, and her hands rest lightly at Rani's neck, tentative and careful, though her lips part in invitation. Offering, letting Rani take the lead in that and have some control over this. A soft sound, pleased, and her thumbs run along Rani's jaw. For now that they are both soaked and shivering is forgotten, and she wants to press closer, to pull Rani closer, but what if she oversteps?
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Some part of her had been genuinely afraid of some rejection, that her own stiltedness might have made it unwelcome. Her hesitations to initiate anything had been so wound up in memories and dread and being afraid to start over and trying to allow her heart and its injuries to recover.
The gasp and the sigh draw a smile out of her, and her hands rest lightly at Rani's neck, tentative and careful, though her lips part in invitation. Offering, letting Rani take the lead in that and have some control over this. A soft sound, pleased, and her thumbs run along Rani's jaw. For now that they are both soaked and shivering is forgotten, and she wants to press closer, to pull Rani closer, but what if she oversteps?
"I see you."