[ She draws away a little to look at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, so young and serene, just like an innocent child. The feelings that welled up in her chest could be attributed to that, the fact that he resembled a child, but she knew that her feelings were deeper than that.
But she liked this, lying there together. They could communicate best this way, without words and pride getting in the way. In the way he clings to her she can see how lonely he has been. How badly he desires someone to nurture and look after him. But he's grown now, so he thinks that he has to fend for himself.
He is cute and soft and delicate, despite still standing tall and broad like a man. Everything about him tells her that he could never hurt her. He isn't one of the men who hurt her; he's just himself. She feels like she understands him already. And she just hopes that her feelings are communicated too, in how she strokes his hair and cups his face.
Drowsiness now finally finding her as well. Any fear she felt before was now long gone, and she could rest easy in her arms. Snuggling back against him, she lets out a sigh and closes her eyes.]
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But she liked this, lying there together. They could communicate best this way, without words and pride getting in the way. In the way he clings to her she can see how lonely he has been. How badly he desires someone to nurture and look after him. But he's grown now, so he thinks that he has to fend for himself.
He is cute and soft and delicate, despite still standing tall and broad like a man. Everything about him tells her that he could never hurt her. He isn't one of the men who hurt her; he's just himself. She feels like she understands him already. And she just hopes that her feelings are communicated too, in how she strokes his hair and cups his face.
Drowsiness now finally finding her as well. Any fear she felt before was now long gone, and she could rest easy in her arms. Snuggling back against him, she lets out a sigh and closes her eyes.]