[Sometimes Pyrrha wonders what Matt's mental picture of her is. She knows, once, she tried to describe the color of her hair, because he was curious - it's so long, never cut, only trimmed. A warrior tradition that's always been in the Nikos family. But she wonders, sometimes, what Matt's version of her looks like.]
No, not fragile. But you are recovering. [She smiles fondly, a slight shake of her head that lets her hair fall over her shoulder. Matt did have a tendency to bite off more than he could chew, but she leans in and kisses him again anyway, humming softly at the irregularity of his heart under her hand.] And I want you. [For as long as she could have him.]
[Pyrrha let her hands and mouth wander - her hands, the to hem of Matt's hoodie, her mouth, to the pulse of his neck.]
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No, not fragile. But you are recovering. [She smiles fondly, a slight shake of her head that lets her hair fall over her shoulder. Matt did have a tendency to bite off more than he could chew, but she leans in and kisses him again anyway, humming softly at the irregularity of his heart under her hand.] And I want you. [For as long as she could have him.]
[Pyrrha let her hands and mouth wander - her hands, the to hem of Matt's hoodie, her mouth, to the pulse of his neck.]