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hands
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She takes three steps back, wordlessly communicating that she's here but he has to make the effort, and then the waves crash and everything they've ever been shifts into everything they will always be.
Then, it's a tsunami of emotions, with barely any breath, just seeking and taking and wanting and needing.
His hands are everywhere on her body, touching her so deeply she feels it in her soul.
The way his fingers paint her flesh and his lips color her neck she can do nothing but hum and moan, all the words they want to say to each other caught in their collective throats, choosing to express themselves with the touch they've held back from for so long.
And then, she's against the wall, feeling all of him, feeling everything she's ever felt for him all at once, and it's too much and not enough. His fingers coat her skin and he whispers out, "Donna," in her ear and suddenly their hands are uniting and their fingers are intertwining and it's unity.
She drags him by the hand to her bedroom, smirking all the while, knowing that as soon as they cross that threshold everything will change, and all she can think is finally.
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