[ Fuck, she loves him. And she really, really needs to get over it, because she’s the one that drew that line in the sand and those consequences are hers to own now. Even this - this unnamed intimacy she keeps calling friendship - it has to be temporary. Someday he’ll fall in love and settle down and this will have to go away. Sometimes she becomes painfully aware of that fact - like now, as he buries his face against her chest, as she brings her other hand to the back of his head to hold him against her. Can he hear the way her heart throbs in her chest for him? It feels as though her entire body wants to betray her to him when they’re together like this.
She bows her head to press a kiss into his hair, her embrace tightening for a moment. His name is a soft, muffled murmur that just barely escapes her. It’s hard to want to move - some part of her isn’t ready to pull away just yet - but there’s not much excuse to linger either. Even though all she wants just then is to keep holding him, to stay close and feel how solid he is, how real and tangible, when all she’s had these past few months is her memories of him. But if she doesn’t pull away now, it’ll only feel harder later, and she’s his friend, not his lover, so there’s no reason to sit around in a half-filled tub just to have a few more minutes pressed together.
Andy moves to stand, letting his cock slip free of her as she gets up. Water clings to the hollows of her body, dripping from all that long dark hair as she climbs out of the bath and fetches her wand. A few murmured spells - one for her, and one for the wet tile. Only then does she finally speak, her heart still feeling heavy even as she defaults to her usual dryness: ]
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She bows her head to press a kiss into his hair, her embrace tightening for a moment. His name is a soft, muffled murmur that just barely escapes her. It’s hard to want to move - some part of her isn’t ready to pull away just yet - but there’s not much excuse to linger either. Even though all she wants just then is to keep holding him, to stay close and feel how solid he is, how real and tangible, when all she’s had these past few months is her memories of him. But if she doesn’t pull away now, it’ll only feel harder later, and she’s his friend, not his lover, so there’s no reason to sit around in a half-filled tub just to have a few more minutes pressed together.
Andy moves to stand, letting his cock slip free of her as she gets up. Water clings to the hollows of her body, dripping from all that long dark hair as she climbs out of the bath and fetches her wand. A few murmured spells - one for her, and one for the wet tile. Only then does she finally speak, her heart still feeling heavy even as she defaults to her usual dryness: ]
Guess you really did miss me.