A pleasant ache beats in her body, alongside the lingering wash of warmth smoldering through her limbs, across her skin, everywhere they have touched each other. Even with both feet return to ground, she is content to remained hemmed in against the rail for a few moments longer.
There is time. She can kiss him again, before they consider food. And returning to the interior of this palace and the tangle of conflicting objectives and agendas and opinions waiting for them. And the narrow bunks and beyond that, the morning and whatever round of arguments the new day brings.
All of it feels more manageable in this moment. Derrica knows that's Loxley's doing, and the gratitude seeps into their kiss before she says, "Show me what you have in that basket."
Not a real parting, but a different kind of closeness to carry them through the rest of the evening.
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There is time. She can kiss him again, before they consider food. And returning to the interior of this palace and the tangle of conflicting objectives and agendas and opinions waiting for them. And the narrow bunks and beyond that, the morning and whatever round of arguments the new day brings.
All of it feels more manageable in this moment. Derrica knows that's Loxley's doing, and the gratitude seeps into their kiss before she says, "Show me what you have in that basket."
Not a real parting, but a different kind of closeness to carry them through the rest of the evening.