[ um how is she supposed to think while he is doing that? she doesn't, letting the feeling of his stubble against her cheeks distract her. eventually she has a squirm away, holding up a finger as if to say, gimme a second. her cheek feels warm from the friction of the stubble, she still can't think.
no. time to focus up, erso.
she doesn't straighten up, staying mostly pressed against him, fingers idly playing with the hair at the back of his neck without even thinking about it. ]
Before you ask, [ because she can almost feel his need to check in like it's an insistent kitten wriggling between them. she hasn't really decided what is happening, she hasn't really decided anything, winging it to the end, but: ] I want this.
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no. time to focus up, erso.
she doesn't straighten up, staying mostly pressed against him, fingers idly playing with the hair at the back of his neck without even thinking about it. ]
Before you ask, [ because she can almost feel his need to check in like it's an insistent kitten wriggling between them. she hasn't really decided what is happening, she hasn't really decided anything, winging it to the end, but: ] I want this.
[ softly, ] I want you.