"Kevin," she murmurs, lifting him back up with a gentle tug on his gloved hands. She wants them on an equal footing for this.
"There is nothing I need that you can't give me. Nothing at all." She's still wearing her veil, as always, and it's only because there's that thin, important barrier that Sooraya can lean forward and kiss Kevin, soft and quick, but not hurried. Both of them deserve better than hurried.
"Nothing about either of us is typical, and marriage shouldn't be something that isn't us. I know we can't do things normally. But that doesn't mean we can't do them at all." He hasn't pushed, and she hasn't asked, but Sooraya knows he means sex; it's just part of how marriages would work, and she doesn't want to deprive him of that, though she knows it's not as forward in his brain as it is half the rest of the boys. "We have time, Kevin."
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"There is nothing I need that you can't give me. Nothing at all." She's still wearing her veil, as always, and it's only because there's that thin, important barrier that Sooraya can lean forward and kiss Kevin, soft and quick, but not hurried. Both of them deserve better than hurried.
"Nothing about either of us is typical, and marriage shouldn't be something that isn't us. I know we can't do things normally. But that doesn't mean we can't do them at all." He hasn't pushed, and she hasn't asked, but Sooraya knows he means sex; it's just part of how marriages would work, and she doesn't want to deprive him of that, though she knows it's not as forward in his brain as it is half the rest of the boys. "We have time, Kevin."