She kept her eyes on his, breathing a little faster, sighing at his touch. She was fragile, vulnerable, but it was a paradoxical sort of thing. She hoped that by opening herself up, he would be able to do the same, become vulnerable to her, and she would be able to reach him, heal him.
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Date: 2009-10-04 02:18 pm (UTC)