fridgetothefire: (shadows limning me)
Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote 2014-01-04 09:53 pm (UTC)

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She closes her eyes for a moment, resting, marshaling herself, savoring the simplicity of his fingertips on her steady pulse.]

I'm still sore. [Which he knows, just by looking at her.] A careful one - it would, yes.

But I have many people who would be happy to do it, Ben. It's enough that you're here.

[This is not a sop; this is fastidiously honest. All she needs from him is this, his steadiness, his concern, the knowledge that he is standing sentry. (His anger, which is love in a soldier's shape. A flash of memory: swearing, fingers bloody, needle dropped to the floor, not to leave him alone. And she is still here.) Whether he wants to overcome himself to give her that measure of comfort - that's his choice, and she could not begrudge him no matter what he does.]

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