[ He's shifting above you, aligning his body in a way to better allow him access. His hand has snuck between your bodies again, quietly undoing the buttons of your top and letting his fingers trace the skin underneath. ]
I love you, [ he settles for those words because they're a truth that won't change anytime soon.
He parts the folds of your clothing and lets his mouth move down, each press of his lips tender, but firm.
You are beautiful in ways he wishes he had the words to express, but since he can't, he thinks back to the numerous times that you made him smile, that he couldn't help but watch you.
The link formed between your minds is convenient, after all, and seeing the stones at Lady Shalim's court had given him an idea.
Do you remember that time he dropped by your room for your first night out on the town? He still remembers his discomfort and shock at seeing you naked. He hadn't knon then that his attraction towards you had already taken root.
There was also the time before that, in the mess of awkward confusion as you solidly prompted him to sit down again at King's Rest in the wake of memories he hadn't really meant to see: the weight of your hand on his shoulder, the look on your face; your smile.
Th first time you two made love, mixed in with his worry that you'd been out in the rain; how good your skin felt beneath his, and then a desire so strong to make you feel good and not fumble like a virgil teenager in the back of a car with no clue how to show you that he wanted you so much.
You have been so patient with him, so careful. Let him offer you the same patience and care now. ]
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I love you, [ he settles for those words because they're a truth that won't change anytime soon.
He parts the folds of your clothing and lets his mouth move down, each press of his lips tender, but firm.
You are beautiful in ways he wishes he had the words to express, but since he can't, he thinks back to the numerous times that you made him smile, that he couldn't help but watch you.
The link formed between your minds is convenient, after all, and seeing the stones at Lady Shalim's court had given him an idea.
Do you remember that time he dropped by your room for your first night out on the town? He still remembers his discomfort and shock at seeing you naked. He hadn't knon then that his attraction towards you had already taken root.
There was also the time before that, in the mess of awkward confusion as you solidly prompted him to sit down again at King's Rest in the wake of memories he hadn't really meant to see: the weight of your hand on his shoulder, the look on your face; your smile.
Th first time you two made love, mixed in with his worry that you'd been out in the rain; how good your skin felt beneath his, and then a desire so strong to make you feel good and not fumble like a virgil teenager in the back of a car with no clue how to show you that he wanted you so much.
You have been so patient with him, so careful. Let him offer you the same patience and care now. ]