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"...It's okay. Really. We can take it slow." Guinevere sighs softly and leans gingerly into Morgan's touch. To say this is a lot to take in at once would be a severe understatement. The hurt she's still nursing on her own behalf, from everything she'd endured up until this point... and now the pain she's feels on the other woman's behalf, for the horrid experiences that must have led her to close herself off to this extent. (Understanding that pain like it could very well be her own because-- well, she'd trusted and loved her own sister and ended up in a nightmare she thought she'd have to die to wake up from.) It's plain to see why she was often warned against keeping her own heart wide open to those around her. Left unchecked, it can become excruciating. But is life even worth living if she doesn't have other people in her life to live for?
When Morgan speaks up about the kiss, though, those thoughts dissolve and Guinevere's eyes crinkle playfully. One of those little things that only Morgan would say, really, one of the many things she'd failed to mention on that list of qualities she admired. (The list, however, would have likely taken her the evening to describe if she was given the chance.) She can't help but giggle at that. And it's possible that her heart just fluttered at the concept that she was the first person she'd ever kissed. "The theory? Well, from what I can recall, it was definitely satisfactory, but... my memory might be a little too blurry for me to give you a detailed report."
"I'd ask you to remind me right now, but--" Guinevere's gaze is soft, lingering on Morgan's lips, like she's so close to closing that bit of distance herself... but listening to her better judgement, she holds herself back at the last second. Though the heat in her cheeks is in part due to their proximity, it's also because she's still suffering symptoms of whatever sickness she'd contracted when she was locked up. She smiles a touch apologetically. "--I don't want you to catch my fever. Might be contagious."
God. Guinevere wants to kiss her, though. The desire burns bright and quiet in her chest. Perhaps it's for the better, though. Their attraction to each other is clearly mutual, the trust between them... isn't there yet. Nor does she know if Morgan sees traces of Jen when she looks at her face, or-- or if it's even fair of her to reach for any sort of intimacy when she's not entirely sure if the other woman feels safe with her anymore. Although Guinevere just confessed her most heartfelt thoughts, she doesn't expect it to change much about Morgan's stance. Not so quickly, anyway. Trust related issues tend to have poisoned roots that take time to heal. Which is why it'd be necessary to take this slow. Probably for both of their sakes, at this point.
"I want to feel like myself again. There's so much I still need to process about... everything." Guinevere says, glancing thoughtfully at her hands and tracing the purpling juncture of her wrists. "And there's so much I have to tell you, too. Feels like ages since we last talked. I... I really missed you."
When Morgan speaks up about the kiss, though, those thoughts dissolve and Guinevere's eyes crinkle playfully. One of those little things that only Morgan would say, really, one of the many things she'd failed to mention on that list of qualities she admired. (The list, however, would have likely taken her the evening to describe if she was given the chance.) She can't help but giggle at that. And it's possible that her heart just fluttered at the concept that she was the first person she'd ever kissed. "The theory? Well, from what I can recall, it was definitely satisfactory, but... my memory might be a little too blurry for me to give you a detailed report."
"I'd ask you to remind me right now, but--" Guinevere's gaze is soft, lingering on Morgan's lips, like she's so close to closing that bit of distance herself... but listening to her better judgement, she holds herself back at the last second. Though the heat in her cheeks is in part due to their proximity, it's also because she's still suffering symptoms of whatever sickness she'd contracted when she was locked up. She smiles a touch apologetically. "--I don't want you to catch my fever. Might be contagious."
God. Guinevere wants to kiss her, though. The desire burns bright and quiet in her chest. Perhaps it's for the better, though. Their attraction to each other is clearly mutual, the trust between them... isn't there yet. Nor does she know if Morgan sees traces of Jen when she looks at her face, or-- or if it's even fair of her to reach for any sort of intimacy when she's not entirely sure if the other woman feels safe with her anymore. Although Guinevere just confessed her most heartfelt thoughts, she doesn't expect it to change much about Morgan's stance. Not so quickly, anyway. Trust related issues tend to have poisoned roots that take time to heal. Which is why it'd be necessary to take this slow. Probably for both of their sakes, at this point.
"I want to feel like myself again. There's so much I still need to process about... everything." Guinevere says, glancing thoughtfully at her hands and tracing the purpling juncture of her wrists. "And there's so much I have to tell you, too. Feels like ages since we last talked. I... I really missed you."