At his words about wanting her to figure out what she wanted, she nodded softly with their heads still together. She was determined to figure that out and she knew deep down they did need to be realistic even though everything they did could be perceived as anything but realistic.

She didn't know how else he could have responded to her declaration of not wanting to push him away anymore, so to hear him tell her not to she went to nod but felt his lips upon hers once more which just made her close her eyes tightly and kiss him back, her internal fight to not let her desperation to keep him around within the kisses beginning to waver ever so slightly. She needed him as much as he needed her, she knew their relationship wasn't anywhere near healthy but it was theirs. She felt his possessiveness as he pulled her closer, she instantly wrapping her arms round his neck as he did so.

As he pulled away and looked around the room, she knew he was scanning for Bobby's whereabouts before looking back at her, to which she looked him back in his eyes. Her eyes showing the guilt, sorrow and want to change all despite her own eyes being puffy from the night long worth of tears she had cried and during this long chat.

They had argued and even fought before, but this felt like the worst scenario they had been in together in her mind, even being worse than when he strangled her. She wasn't expecting him to practically scoop her up in their need for each other and take her upstairs, whilst still giving her the kisses he knew she liked. It truly felt like no matter what they did or said, they were trapped in this cycle, and one neither of them seemed to entirely out of.

She let him take her into a neutral space and continue with what they did best....

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She laid beside him, hugging him, her head on his shoulder, a sense of comfort and belonging coming back to her and soothing her. It made her hope she could just happy being happy likr this and screw it up again.