"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." ( alessandra @ clara 👀 )
in the quiet of the hotel room, somewhere far enough away for clara to feel some semblance of safety, the words catch her by surprise. she's lying with her back to alessandra's front, arms around her torso and a chest breathing at her back, a deep gaze staring at her; she can feel the heat of that stare along her face. it's the first time in such a long time that she feels truly safe and its because of the other. her eyes close for a second, and she commits this moment to memory - content to look back on it when she needs to - before she turns carefully in the arms of her beloved captor. for a second, her eyes travel reverently across alessandra's face and she feels it building; desire, longing, a kind of pining that only a person can satiate. it's not purely physical but clara does feel like she'll never be close enough. "kiss me," she begs, her words quiet but sure in between them. "please, just kiss me..." she does not move forward to breach the space between her lips and alessandra's because doing so feels like owning the moment and she just wants to share it. she doesn't reach forward to catch alessandra's jaw, to caress the prominent curve there like she desperately wants to; not when doing so might scare the other off. "you can, you know..." she reassures, giving consent and laying herself bare. "anytime you want."