"I think so." I hope so. "The grass on Skuhl is like an ocean?"
So long a person (or two people) could lie down in it and be hidden from all, completely submerged in the breathable sea. The dream hadn't felt erotic at the time—no more than it felt like everything else—but he feels his body being demanding again and tries to ignore it. He doesn't want to make her absolutely sick of him.
(Had he been this insatiable last life? …no, but that life had been warring and not his own. Even without acting on every drive, it's good to let himself see that they exist and what they are.)
"I'd like to try that again tonight," he said softly into her skin, "if you do." …And every night. He had a lot of missing ones to make up for. Even without that, war-scarring on his brain or not, he was fully decided never to spend another apart from her as long as she wanted him there.
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So long a person (or two people) could lie down in it and be hidden from all, completely submerged in the breathable sea. The dream hadn't felt erotic at the time—no more than it felt like everything else—but he feels his body being demanding again and tries to ignore it. He doesn't want to make her absolutely sick of him.
(Had he been this insatiable last life? …no, but that life had been warring and not his own. Even without acting on every drive, it's good to let himself see that they exist and what they are.)
"I'd like to try that again tonight," he said softly into her skin, "if you do." …And every night. He had a lot of missing ones to make up for. Even without that, war-scarring on his brain or not, he was fully decided never to spend another apart from her as long as she wanted him there.