DeadManTyping
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“You are here.”
Vance wrapped his arms around Lillian at her words, hearing the relief in them. He met her embrace with an equal amount of … was intimacy the right word?
She pulled Vance into her room, showing the same discretion he had in getting to it. She asked if he was hurt badly, then tasked him with cleaning himself up. But before he could even roll up the sleeves of the jailed man’s shirt Lillian’s arms were again wrapped about his torso.
“I was scared. I have never- And you were beaten up- And the guns were so loud- "
“I am well,” Vance reassured her, despite the appearance of his face. He pulled from their embrace but maintained his hands’ presence on her upper arms. “I am well… and you are well. And safe. You are safe with me.”
Vance nearly used Dream again to comfort her, but he was feeling lustful toward her and -- if she had any such feelings for him, borne from her concern for his safety or simply from desire for him -- he feared she might be tempted to act upon those feelings now.
And although he wanted so badly for the two of them to enjoy together the euphoria that could result from his manhood bing balls deep in her womanhood, Vance was determined to have that happen without any beyond-human assistance from him.
He let his hands fall away and took a step back. He said in a low voice filled with reluctance, “I should leave … go home to the cottage.”