[ And he's arching up into your touch, turning his face back towards you so that his cheek is resting against that pillow. ]
Stay, please. [ Give him a bit to take a breath and reach backwards to caress your thigh with his fingers. ] I want you again.
[ Once upon a time he would have been a touched embarrassed to voice it, but recent events have had either of you baring your souls to each other; and as strange a concept as it might be to others, there's a comfort in knowing that you could shatter him with very little effort but choose not to. He's seen you fight, seen you take things apart if it so suited you and your cause, but he knows, deep in his bones that you'd never do that to him unless it was to his ( and your ) benefit.
There is a terrifying sense of security in knowing that you can put yourself in someone else's hands and know that they'll do right by you. ]
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Stay, please. [ Give him a bit to take a breath and reach backwards to caress your thigh with his fingers. ] I want you again.
[ Once upon a time he would have been a touched embarrassed to voice it, but recent events have had either of you baring your souls to each other; and as strange a concept as it might be to others, there's a comfort in knowing that you could shatter him with very little effort but choose not to. He's seen you fight, seen you take things apart if it so suited you and your cause, but he knows, deep in his bones that you'd never do that to him unless it was to his ( and your ) benefit.
There is a terrifying sense of security in knowing that you can put yourself in someone else's hands and know that they'll do right by you. ]