Title: She Could

Author: Me

A/N: I own nothing. Except for my brain and imigination. Which are usually one in the same. Don't sue me. You'll get nought.

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She could let it happen. Oh, she could. She could let her walls fall to the ground.

But she's not ready for that.

And so she thinks. And she analyzes. And she goes over all the possible ways it could happen, all the ways she could take that step. That one step, seemingly so small yet so important the more she thinks about it. Her thoughts are interrupted by light kisses on her jaw line. Her thinking falters and she's sure she lost a few brains cells to the sensation. Like marooned sailors. Then it goes away, the pursuer backing off, knowing the other girl needs time to think. Her brow furrows and she thinks.

And there are the walls again. Reconstructing the fallen pieces that were obliterated from the kisses. Solid and concrete. The more she thinks about it, the higher they go. It was a perfect night that started so amazingly and ended so fast, so...crushingly fast. Her stomach turns as she remembers the events. Just a few months ago, she had admitted, as hard as it was, that she wanted...no, needed a new first time.

There goes a piece of her wall. Falling to the hard ground, meeting its untimely death. She knows she could easily rebuild that missing link, but she decides that she likes it the way it is. Gone. Out of sight, out of mind. There's another kiss, whisper soft, at the soft spot behind her ear. A question. Asking for permission. She obliges.

And her walls come down. But not completely. She still hasn't taken that last step.

She could let it happen. Oh, she could. She could let her walls fall to the ground.

But she won't.

Not yet.