[ He shouldn't shiver at your touch, not like this, not like it's the first breath of fresh air he's had in a while. He shifts in response, body coming flush up against your own as he meets his lips to yours.
Every last cell in his body feels taut though: with desire, with missing you, this. He can breathe in that particularly unique scent of yours -- apples, winter, pine, and the distinct smell of you threaded through.
Dammit. He thought he'd worked off enough of the tension while training. Apparently, he thought wrong. ]
Thank you.
[ That's coming out soft, a little strained when he finally breaks off, forehead pressed against your own. ]
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Every last cell in his body feels taut though: with desire, with missing you, this. He can breathe in that particularly unique scent of yours -- apples, winter, pine, and the distinct smell of you threaded through.
Dammit. He thought he'd worked off enough of the tension while training. Apparently, he thought wrong. ]
Thank you.
[ That's coming out soft, a little strained when he finally breaks off, forehead pressed against your own. ]