[ ...Still so stubborn on admitting to what he feels, how he feels in this case. He must have been struggling, for the signs of his labored breathing, his shudders, the way in which his body remained rigid had been obvious to his pain.
She keeps his forehead against his, her eyes closed. ] Then, it's not over yet.
[ She knows it isn't, because his shivers still linger. Her hand rounds from his back to his arm, lowering to take his hand, and.... guiding it over to her. She sets his palm upon her waist. ] You can touch me, too, you know. You shouldn't need to suffer.
[ For touch is the solution, and he needn't feel more pain than what he already has; he can take what he needs, to feel better for himself. Even with this, she guides him in initiation. She wonders if he denies himself, that he believes his suffering is warranted, and if that is why he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. ]
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She keeps his forehead against his, her eyes closed. ] Then, it's not over yet.
[ She knows it isn't, because his shivers still linger. Her hand rounds from his back to his arm, lowering to take his hand, and.... guiding it over to her. She sets his palm upon her waist. ] You can touch me, too, you know. You shouldn't need to suffer.
[ For touch is the solution, and he needn't feel more pain than what he already has; he can take what he needs, to feel better for himself. Even with this, she guides him in initiation. She wonders if he denies himself, that he believes his suffering is warranted, and if that is why he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. ]