( Honestly, she practically expects him to, so she's relieved and a touch surprised when she manages to land a touch on him and she gets her arms about him. In her defense, she had warned him, and spoke of hugs repeatedly. The hold she has on him is impossibly gentle and he'd be able to break out of it with barely a turn of the heel, but he doesn't. Her eyes squeeze shut where he can't quite see her face, turned down against his chest, and he's asking if she's all right for the second time, and this one prompts a more honest reply.
It could almost be funny, having the tables turned like this. Her only answer at first is the way she shakes her head no, brow rubbing over his armor. No, she's not particularly, but this is helping. It's not perfect, it's not the release her body's screaming for, but it does much to quiet that desire. Jack's strong-willed; she doesn't think he'd ever relent to something like this. She's not nearly so tough.
The chroma feels stronger than she's used to. Perhaps because it meant something special, just being able to hold onto him in particular. It's a considerable balm to her. Then finally her voice slips out of her quietly, barely even breathed. )
I feel like I'm burning up without this.
( Without contact. She just wants to rest for a change. Originally, this had started out as a way to help Jack. Somewhere along the way that turned into a selfish need of her own— somewhere around "Jack steps in through the window and is close enough to hug", so thankfully it's a very recent and temporary change.
But she also isn't wrong. He could use another hug, after their "reunion". She doubts he's finding any comfort for himself here, platonic or otherwise. )
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It could almost be funny, having the tables turned like this. Her only answer at first is the way she shakes her head no, brow rubbing over his armor. No, she's not particularly, but this is helping. It's not perfect, it's not the release her body's screaming for, but it does much to quiet that desire. Jack's strong-willed; she doesn't think he'd ever relent to something like this. She's not nearly so tough.
The chroma feels stronger than she's used to. Perhaps because it meant something special, just being able to hold onto him in particular. It's a considerable balm to her. Then finally her voice slips out of her quietly, barely even breathed. )
I feel like I'm burning up without this.
( Without contact. She just wants to rest for a change. Originally, this had started out as a way to help Jack. Somewhere along the way that turned into a selfish need of her own— somewhere around "Jack steps in through the window and is close enough to hug", so thankfully it's a very recent and temporary change.
But she also isn't wrong. He could use another hug, after their "reunion". She doubts he's finding any comfort for himself here, platonic or otherwise. )