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She wished she knew why she found it so thrilling to be holding his hand.

Her fingers circled around his more firmly, and she brought his hand over to her lips. The corrupt brushed them against the inside of his wrist, and hummed a bit softly against his skin in thought.

"I did, though." She replied after a moment, but her tone indicated she was about to tack something on, and brushed her lips across his wrist once more. She moved his hand again, and pressed the back of it against her cheek. She leaned into the touch, and stared at the window, contemplating how much more she should say. How honest she should be. Once again she came to the same conclusion to just be upfront. She had nothing more to lose than what she already had, and she wanted him to keep talking to her.

"To be where I am, Officer, I paid the price in memory. Most of it. I can't really remember anything of my life prior to waking up, and that was at the end of this last December. I have these fragments though, if you will. Flashes of blurred forms and faces that are triggered when I cross paths with certain people. It's fragments of feelings that are stronger for me right now, and there's one attached to you." And it was strong. Stronger than a lot of other fragments she had.

She glanced at him, but kept his hand where it was still. "So I wasn't withholding an answer. I simply can't tell you what I don't have." Simple and straightforward.

The corrupt became more alert as he pulled the car over. Was the hour up now? She wasn't really surprised she'd possibly be kicked out here---But then he turned the car off, too. A brow climbed into her bangs, and before she knew it, warm hands cupped her face completely and---oh.

She absorbed it. Everything about it. The feel of him. Like when she held his hand for that short time, she couldn't explain why, but she was elated. It felt like too soon he was pulling away, and she looked at him as he spoke. A hand reached to brush her long bangs out of her eyes, and then she was reaching for his face. Fingers slid along the bronzed skin until she cupped his face in return, and her thumbs caressed him as she studied his face.

He knew this was a war. She should be more concerned about that, but she wasn't. She knew, now, that to a degree, he had known her, but the past...she didn't need to know all of it. She had the here and now. She had this and she liked this. Whatever it was.

"For this, I'll pay it, Officer." She replied, just as seriously, and pulled him back to her. This time she laid her lips on his, greedily and wanting.