Her hands are already on his neck; it's easy enough to slide them up into his hair, to pull him closer to her.
They could be in the middle of a dance floor in Neptune or a yak farm in Mongolia or a bar at the End of the Universe in this here and now and it would make very little difference. Hannah would still be aware of exactly three things.
His hand, slightly cool and slightly rough, on the small of her back.
His mouth on hers, and the soft, deliberate way he kisses her.
And the faint, sweet smell of the roses he put on her wrist and in her hair in a different here and now.
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Date: 2007-02-01 05:59 am (UTC)They could be in the middle of a dance floor in Neptune or a yak farm in Mongolia or a bar at the End of the Universe in this here and now and it would make very little difference. Hannah would still be aware of exactly three things.
His hand, slightly cool and slightly rough, on the small of her back.
His mouth on hers, and the soft, deliberate way he kisses her.
And the faint, sweet smell of the roses he put on her wrist and in her hair in a different here and now.