The movement caught his eyes again and he looked at her once more, drawn by the little wiggle, the way her breasts swayed when she moved. The scalpel scarcely had any blood on it at all yet, but there was enough welling up from the shallow cut on her chest that it smeared under her fingers.
Everything about her confused him.
"Is this real?" he asked, reaching out towards her. He caught her by the back of the neck, curling his fingers in her hair. It wasn't a violent movement at all, and his fingers trembled. "Are you real?"
He bent to kiss her, almost tentative. Frightened she'd blow away like smoke if he committed.
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Date: 2009-06-15 03:52 pm (UTC)Everything about her confused him.
"Is this real?" he asked, reaching out towards her. He caught her by the back of the neck, curling his fingers in her hair. It wasn't a violent movement at all, and his fingers trembled. "Are you real?"
He bent to kiss her, almost tentative. Frightened she'd blow away like smoke if he committed.