[ It's not as though Noire is a masochist, for all that she keeps returning to her mother's side-- she doesn't willingly seek out pain. But the roughness of his hand and the way he silently demands all of her isn't pain to her. It's Morgan, his emotions coming to the forefront even more than usual, and she fully understands all of it.
The battle has quieted when she finally leans back, with a gasp that's still half-sob, but she won't go far, resting one hand on his chest now. His heartbeat, racing. Just like hers.
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The battle has quieted when she finally leans back, with a gasp that's still half-sob, but she won't go far, resting one hand on his chest now. His heartbeat, racing. Just like hers.
It's still hard to believe he's real. ]