[ he succeeds in doing just that, something breathy and wonderful escaping from between her lips. she holds on to his shoulders as he moves her, still caught up in the atmosphere of it all — she refuses to call it magic — snapping back to reality to moment her boots touch the ground, as if the click of her heels against the steel bottom of the carousel is a loud gong. it takes her a moment to become fully aware of her surroundings, of her company. last she checked, she was dancing with q on the roof, not down in the city below, standing between q and a fiberglass horse.
her posture resumes its former rigid stance when he touches his thumb to her lips, resisting the urge to wipe her mouth off properly on the back of her hand. it would likely cause both injury and insult, and if and when (sooner, later, etc.) kathryn decides to inflict pain upon q, it won't be this way. it isn't disgust that fills her so much as frustration, annoyance, and exhaustion. kathryn's notorious for running herself ragged, but this day in particular has taken a lot out of her emotionally. ]
Well, [ she didn't realize how breathless she was until she attempted speech ] that was certainly something. So much for putting ourselves above the issue.
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her posture resumes its former rigid stance when he touches his thumb to her lips, resisting the urge to wipe her mouth off properly on the back of her hand. it would likely cause both injury and insult, and if and when (sooner, later, etc.) kathryn decides to inflict pain upon q, it won't be this way. it isn't disgust that fills her so much as frustration, annoyance, and exhaustion. kathryn's notorious for running herself ragged, but this day in particular has taken a lot out of her emotionally. ]
Well, [ she didn't realize how breathless she was until she attempted speech ] that was certainly something. So much for putting ourselves above the issue.