Clem's voice is still husky, breathless, against Tommy's jaw. Moving still isn't an option. "Good. It's one of my talents," she says. "One of many." She'll just keep holding on until he extricates himself - she's never been good with even the smallest of goodbyes.
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Date: 2012-09-09 09:59 pm (UTC)