[Once Lune's dressed, everything buttoned and buckled just as it's supposed to be, as though she hasn't just had one of the best and most intense experiences of her life, she stands and starts towards the stairs.
When Sciel speaks again, she stops and glances quickly back. Fuck, Sciel is beautiful, and of course with that thought comes the temptation: stay. Kiss her. Ask her back to Lune's flat. Ask her to breakfast in the morning.]
Avec plaisir, [Lune says softly, very nearly smiling.
And then she turns and leaves, hurrying down the stairs, leaving Sciel to her bottle and the rest of her night, hoping that she's at least left her a little better than she was before. Halfway down, she pauses, her hand hovering over the railing, her foot stalled just above the next step. She wants to go back. She wants to go back so badly. And that's the danger of it, isn't it? If she wanted Sciel less, if Sciel were less spectacular, if it had just been a bit of fun, maybe she would go back.
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When Sciel speaks again, she stops and glances quickly back. Fuck, Sciel is beautiful, and of course with that thought comes the temptation: stay. Kiss her. Ask her back to Lune's flat. Ask her to breakfast in the morning.]
Avec plaisir, [Lune says softly, very nearly smiling.
And then she turns and leaves, hurrying down the stairs, leaving Sciel to her bottle and the rest of her night, hoping that she's at least left her a little better than she was before. Halfway down, she pauses, her hand hovering over the railing, her foot stalled just above the next step. She wants to go back. She wants to go back so badly. And that's the danger of it, isn't it? If she wanted Sciel less, if Sciel were less spectacular, if it had just been a bit of fun, maybe she would go back.
In another life, perhaps.
She continues on home. She's got work to do.]