(he's going to look like he's gotten into an altercation with a cat, with how much she's clinging to him, how her nails carved a picture to his skin earlier, and that only adds to the smile he has on his face. little by little, they've been working on something, and while none of them say it out loud, every time they get into bed, it's clear. kate, once fearful and tense, learning to allow herself to be taken by trust. shin, who hardly ever thinks of his own pleasure, solely a tool to heal others from loneliness, learning how to take. it's a silent progression, carefully crafted for one another to grow.
here they are. it's not romantic love, shin wouldn't call it that, but it's certainly a type of love when one is aiding the other to grow.
each stroke of his hand, each thrust of his hips a tender move, slow and deep rather than desperate and rushed, and he can tell she's close - much like he is. a kiss to the forehead is wordless permission, she can let go. she won't lose this even if it ends this time.)
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Date: 2022-08-01 12:35 pm (UTC)here they are. it's not romantic love, shin wouldn't call it that, but it's certainly a type of love when one is aiding the other to grow.
each stroke of his hand, each thrust of his hips a tender move, slow and deep rather than desperate and rushed, and he can tell she's close - much like he is. a kiss to the forehead is wordless permission, she can let go. she won't lose this even if it ends this time.)