Once again, he does as he's told, slow, steady breaths in and out until his pulse starts to slow to acceptable levels. It's not entirely unlike breathing through the pain and hunger of the orb, except that it's not nearly as unpleasant. And besides that, Harley is with him.
He opens his eyes again and turns his head toward her, smiling. "Thank you, Harley. For being here. For being you."
"I don't know how to be anyone else," she laughs and reaches over to smooth his hair back. "And I don't want to be anywhere else."
She props herself up on one elbow and smiles down at him like she can't believe her luck. Even though there are limits on how they can indulge shared passions, she's satisfied with this. The way he smiles at her is better than sex.
Besides, if she depended on men for every orgasm then she'd almost never get one.
"I wish I weren't so out of practice with words, so I could tell you how much I love you in a better way... Can I just hold you, for a little while? Would that be okay?"
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She slips her hand into his and squeezes his fingers.
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He opens his eyes again and turns his head toward her, smiling. "Thank you, Harley. For being here. For being you."
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She props herself up on one elbow and smiles down at him like she can't believe her luck. Even though there are limits on how they can indulge shared passions, she's satisfied with this. The way he smiles at her is better than sex.
Besides, if she depended on men for every orgasm then she'd almost never get one.
"I wish I weren't so out of practice with words, so I could tell you how much I love you in a better way... Can I just hold you, for a little while? Would that be okay?"