[maybe tomorrow they'll have hesitations or regrets or...something. maybe. but tonight? right now? this feels so completely, utterly right. it feels like exactly where beau is supposed to be. and for once she doesn't have the energy to analyze it, to pick it apart until she ruins it.
instead she just kisses Jester again, presses her body closer, running the hand that isn't tenderly cupping her face up her side again, wanting--needing--to feel all of her.]
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instead she just kisses Jester again, presses her body closer, running the hand that isn't tenderly cupping her face up her side again, wanting--needing--to feel all of her.]