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Claire cocks her head and slinks into her room, her eyes not leaving yours. She watches you through the passage, watching your next move with bated breath. Wordless, you take a step forward; there is no internal battle or question you need to find an answer to. You want to be with Claire; you want to take her everything and give her your all back. Claire retreats into her room, and you follow. An invisible hand you conjure closes the door behind you, and you approach Claire, who has her back turned to you. Your hands go to her hips, then slide upwards with a frictionless ease, feeling her outline as they travel to her shoulders.
You give Claire a kiss on her cheek, then her neck, as your hands hold the straps of her dress. Slowly, you lift them off her shoulders and lower them; with a deliberate pace, you allow her dress to fall inch by inch as your kisses follow the same path downwards. Claire stands without movement, allowing your kisses to fall ever lower, and her body is slowly freed of clothing; there is a tension in her that hasn’t been there before. She is nervous about what is coming, her timidness of old returning. As you reach her hips, you allow the red silk to fall as your hands move to her underwear; sliding them to the ground, you kiss her alabaster cheek.
She shivers despite the warmth of the room; standing back up, you hug her naked body. The passion of the hallway is long forgotten. This is bigger than simple lust; there is plenty of time for that later; this is about the bond you share and its specialness. You stand there with her in your arms, using the Force to strip you of your clothes until you both are naked, holding her, feeling each other’s heat. With a gentleness, you scoop Claire up into your arms as if you were a knight of old carrying a princess. Laying her on the bed, Claire looks up at you, studying your body truly for the first time.
