Tess sighs against me, and it makes my heart clench, but not in a bad way. I feel something so sweet it almost makes my eyes prick with tears. Kissing her here isn't like the fevered, giggly excitement at Dorian's party. It's gentler, but somehow it feels more real. No masks. My hand is in her hair, and the sun's coming down over my back, and I remember a folk song the boys used to sing when I was growing up. Her eyes were bright and her stockings white, and her buckling shone like silver,/ She had a dark roving eye, and her hair hung over her shoulder. I kiss Tess with all my heart, the weight of her hair against my fingers.
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:59 pm (UTC)She had a dark roving eye, and her hair hung over her shoulder. I kiss Tess with all my heart, the weight of her hair against my fingers.