[ There's never so much certainty with Andy. Not that she lacks for devotion or loyalty — but the depths to which she feels those things frightens her if she dwells on it too long. She could stare down the barrel of a blaster and feel nothing, and yet — sometimes, it overwhelms her, just to watch her lovers sleep beside her at night and wonder if she'll be strong enough to protect them. To keep them with her. To preserve this beautiful, chaotic life they've made with each other.
For all the mean tricks, all the pointy elbows she's jammed into his ribs today — her kiss is warm, even soft at first, a nearly gentle press of her mouth to his that lingers before breaking, once then twice, then again, each one building with a little bit of that need for him that she's kept buried inside her all this time. Her fingers squeeze at his before she finally lets go of them, sliding her grip forward to his wrists instead, urging his hands to the narrowing above her waist as she kisses him harder. ]
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For all the mean tricks, all the pointy elbows she's jammed into his ribs today — her kiss is warm, even soft at first, a nearly gentle press of her mouth to his that lingers before breaking, once then twice, then again, each one building with a little bit of that need for him that she's kept buried inside her all this time. Her fingers squeeze at his before she finally lets go of them, sliding her grip forward to his wrists instead, urging his hands to the narrowing above her waist as she kisses him harder. ]