She dares not think too deeply on what it means, or to try to analyze it (no matter how much she wants to) -- she knows that Bakura is the sort of person who uses action over words, and takes his time to open up.
But...
Gods.
Her soft heart feels light.]
Bakura...
[She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head against his chest, lying against him to hold him close.
He feels so perfect against her.
Her dear friend.
Her teacher.
Her lover.
Her King.]
Can we...stay like this for a while?
[She whispers, low and intimate against his skin.]
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She dares not think too deeply on what it means, or to try to analyze it (no matter how much she wants to) -- she knows that Bakura is the sort of person who uses action over words, and takes his time to open up.
But...
Gods.
Her soft heart feels light.]
Bakura...
[She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head against his chest, lying against him to hold him close.
He feels so perfect against her.
Her dear friend.
Her teacher.
Her lover.
Her King.]
Can we...stay like this for a while?
[She whispers, low and intimate against his skin.]