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Checkmate
When he touches her it's soft and gentle and unsure. He's never quite certain what she wants from him anymore and what she's willing to take from him. His hand is light on her shoulder, the small of her back. He stands close but rarely touches her arbitrarily. He almost never brushes against her when they pass in the hall. He doesn't want to push.
But when he looks at her, it's all hot and wanting and she can feel the sweat drip down the back of her neck. He undresses her very slowly with his eyes when they're in meetings, resting his head in his hand. He looks at her from across a crowded room, catches her eye and lets her know everything he wants to do to her right now. He stares at her lips, her curves, and always takes the time to watch her walk away.
It brings tears to her eyes the way he looks at her. She wants him to kiss her, to do all those things he would never say aloud. She wants him right now, the way she knows he wants her. But he doesn't push and she doesn't pull and they stand at a stalemate, a checkmate, a king and a queen too honorable to do more than look.