[ For a time, for a night, maybe two, they can pretend, maybe, pretend that none of this is happening, that Pyrrha is here to be with him and not to try and save the world. For a time, they can both pretend that this, and the two of them, are the most important things to focus on right now, and they don't need to think about anything else.
For a time, for a night, maybe two, Matt wants Pyrrha to be his, and him to be hers, and nothing else. It's an impossibility, of course, but Matt is happy to pretend it's the truth anyway.
It might be the very last time, the very last night, two nights. He knows this and so does she - it's probably why she's even here at all. It's a goodbye, of sorts.
His fingers tiptoe around her face, just taking angles and curves and the softness of her skin. He remembers the shape of her body, the strength of her hidden behind so much soft, unmarred skin, the sounds she makes in pleasure, and it makes him let out a choked off sound, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. ]
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For a time, for a night, maybe two, Matt wants Pyrrha to be his, and him to be hers, and nothing else. It's an impossibility, of course, but Matt is happy to pretend it's the truth anyway.
It might be the very last time, the very last night, two nights. He knows this and so does she - it's probably why she's even here at all. It's a goodbye, of sorts.
His fingers tiptoe around her face, just taking angles and curves and the softness of her skin. He remembers the shape of her body, the strength of her hidden behind so much soft, unmarred skin, the sounds she makes in pleasure, and it makes him let out a choked off sound, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. ]
I wish I could just keep you here.