Pippa nodded her head, rubbing her face against his chest even as her hands began to fist the back of his shirt nervously. She was forcing herself to breathe deeply, focus on the way he smelled and not on her mounting fear. Irrational, maybe, but understandable none the less. Pippa continued to cling to Rory, wanting and not wanting this, feeling like she was going to be pulled in two by her conflicting emotions. Standing in her own private hell.
"Hold me..." The whispered plea was unnecessary, his arms around her already, but that didn't stop Pippa from making it, lest he for some reason decide to let go. She couldn't do this if he wasn't going to keep her safe.
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Date: 2008-11-25 12:57 am (UTC)"Hold me..." The whispered plea was unnecessary, his arms around her already, but that didn't stop Pippa from making it, lest he for some reason decide to let go. She couldn't do this if he wasn't going to keep her safe.