Y-Yeah, that's... that's a good idea. Y'should do that.
[Barry's hands settle on her waist, narrow and soft and speckled with scales. He runs his thumbs over them, feeling the shift in texture, how her scales are so slippery compared to her skin, dry and soft under his touch.
He gets to wake up every morning for the rest of his life touching these scales. Not just dreaming it, not just pining for that one night out of the year they spend together. Every morning, he'll be able to reach out and lay his hand on her waist and touch her, feel her there. Right there. He can feel himself choking up again, throat closing up as they hold each other.]
... Maybe y'can just... go in th'mornin'. [He seeks her gaze. His eyes are puffy and red, glassy from crying, but through the veil of tears is so much love. Love and adoration for the woman who never leaves his mind.]
Just... We can just st-stay here for a while longer. [Barry pulls her closer, her body flush to his.] I missed ya...
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[Barry's hands settle on her waist, narrow and soft and speckled with scales. He runs his thumbs over them, feeling the shift in texture, how her scales are so slippery compared to her skin, dry and soft under his touch.
He gets to wake up every morning for the rest of his life touching these scales. Not just dreaming it, not just pining for that one night out of the year they spend together. Every morning, he'll be able to reach out and lay his hand on her waist and touch her, feel her there. Right there. He can feel himself choking up again, throat closing up as they hold each other.]
... Maybe y'can just... go in th'mornin'. [He seeks her gaze. His eyes are puffy and red, glassy from crying, but through the veil of tears is so much love. Love and adoration for the woman who never leaves his mind.]
Just... We can just st-stay here for a while longer. [Barry pulls her closer, her body flush to his.] I missed ya...