[ So she does. All the girls were either still at the party, or, like them, had snuck off with someone someplace for some privacy. Perhaps the women's barracks had been too obvious of a non-option that, ironically, nobody else bothered.
She's not a weightless twig anymore, but he still cradles her above him afterward, their legs tangled beneath the thin, Army-issue blanket. For the first time since she'd gotten the serum she has to actually catch her breath, and it's a small miracle that her bed hasn't collapsed on them. Whenever she'd dreamed about this moment, it was always in her small, rickety bed in her cramped, rundown apartment. Though fleeting, she's glad for the familiarity.
What does one say after sharing something so special, so profound? It had been nothing like she'd fantasized, and she had a vivid imagination. It had been intense and desperate and real, enough to make her forget, even for a while, the terrors she'd witnessed and whatever else awaited them, or the fact that they were not exactly the same people anymore.
She props herself up a little to peer at his face, blonde hair falling loosely like a curtain. Did he like it? Did he regret it? ]
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She's not a weightless twig anymore, but he still cradles her above him afterward, their legs tangled beneath the thin, Army-issue blanket. For the first time since she'd gotten the serum she has to actually catch her breath, and it's a small miracle that her bed hasn't collapsed on them. Whenever she'd dreamed about this moment, it was always in her small, rickety bed in her cramped, rundown apartment. Though fleeting, she's glad for the familiarity.
What does one say after sharing something so special, so profound? It had been nothing like she'd fantasized, and she had a vivid imagination. It had been intense and desperate and real, enough to make her forget, even for a while, the terrors she'd witnessed and whatever else awaited them, or the fact that they were not exactly the same people anymore.
She props herself up a little to peer at his face, blonde hair falling loosely like a curtain. Did he like it? Did he regret it? ]