[ Therein lies the proof — in the darkness, even while she might initially be tempted to replace his face for another's, there is no confusing him for anyone apart from himself. It is a different kind of awakening she experiences beneath his hands, his mouth, his touch, a different set of sensations conjured from somewhere within her, but they don't prove to be any less powerful in their own right. ]
Then is this enough? [ Enough light to see her by, enough power by which to do all of the things he is vowing, enough to satisfy the instincts he has to keep reaching for her. There are also the parts of it she won't say or even so much as imply, whether she's enough for him in this moment, in truth because she doesn't want to know the answer.
She steps back by a pace, once and then again, putting enough of a distance between them so that when she drops her shoulders and leads her dress down, it falls from her in a whisper to the floor, rendering her bare again as she steps out of the puddle of fabric and leaves herself as open for the taking as she'll likely ever be to him. ]
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Then is this enough? [ Enough light to see her by, enough power by which to do all of the things he is vowing, enough to satisfy the instincts he has to keep reaching for her. There are also the parts of it she won't say or even so much as imply, whether she's enough for him in this moment, in truth because she doesn't want to know the answer.
She steps back by a pace, once and then again, putting enough of a distance between them so that when she drops her shoulders and leads her dress down, it falls from her in a whisper to the floor, rendering her bare again as she steps out of the puddle of fabric and leaves herself as open for the taking as she'll likely ever be to him. ]