[ Th-this is mildly... awkward. UM. He should probably ask you to stop... doing that... with your fingers.
( Breathe, LaRue. )
He'll take your hand gently in his and smooth the pad of his thumb over your palm. He can't lie, he hasn't quite forgotten all the confusing feelings from seeing you go "girl-mode" in New York and later, in South America. But you both have time to explore the more "exotic" things in the bedroom, yeah? And he'll confess, he isn't ready to throw something completely unfamiliar into the mix -- not when there are things you still could explore together.
Cupping your cheek in turn now: ] You're incredible and I love you.
[ He'll let that hand wander further to thread into your hair, and there's a moment when the look in this a little unfocused. ]
I'm beginning to think I have a thing for the way your hair feels between my fingers.
[ You always wear it short. But he likes the way it looks on you like this, too. ]
[ And he's relaxing in turn, his other hand catching your free one because you're lying down with your head on his lap right now, sure. But he'd like you settled over him and snug against his body instead. ]
Oh, just the more technical aspects of the logistics: do we pick a date, or if this'll be a long engagement -- time here not withstanding.
[ God, you're beautiful. Honestly, he's still a little awestruck that you said yes. That this is actually real. ]
And if I take your name or you'll take mine.
[ The pitch of his voice has dropped a notch. He really... really wants to kiss you. And hold you close.
...And maybe other things. If you're up for that. ]
[ He's intimately familiar with that particular sway of your body towards his, that look, that distinct shift of the pitch and register of your voice.
Q&A suddenly does not seem so interesting anymore.
Pulling away from your grip with a light squeeze, and then reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck in order to keep you close while he murmurs: ]
Come to think of it, [ Kiss. ] we can always talk more about this later.
[ There's a tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth and he's letting his body lean back, one palm coming to rest against the sheets so that he positions himself to allow you to fit comfortably against him. The other hand comes to settle along the small of your back, fingers splayed to anchor you. ]
Like I said, I'm totally okay with whatever my fiancee wants.
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( Breathe, LaRue. )
He'll take your hand gently in his and smooth the pad of his thumb over your palm. He can't lie, he hasn't quite forgotten all the confusing feelings from seeing you go "girl-mode" in New York and later, in South America. But you both have time to explore the more "exotic" things in the bedroom, yeah? And he'll confess, he isn't ready to throw something completely unfamiliar into the mix -- not when there are things you still could explore together.
Cupping your cheek in turn now: ] You're incredible and I love you.
[ He'll let that hand wander further to thread into your hair, and there's a moment when the look in this a little unfocused. ]
I'm beginning to think I have a thing for the way your hair feels between my fingers.
[ You always wear it short. But he likes the way it looks on you like this, too. ]
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[ And he's perfectly all right with this.
Yes, he's teasing you. Because you're adorable. (And it's also because he's relaxed. You'll note as much yet again, given how you're touching him.) ]
So. Dragon Spires it is. [ Hum. ] You had other questions?
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Oh, just the more technical aspects of the logistics: do we pick a date, or if this'll be a long engagement -- time here not withstanding.
[ God, you're beautiful. Honestly, he's still a little awestruck that you said yes. That this is actually real. ]
And if I take your name or you'll take mine.
[ The pitch of his voice has dropped a notch. He really... really wants to kiss you. And hold you close.
...And maybe other things. If you're up for that. ]
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Q&A suddenly does not seem so interesting anymore.
Pulling away from your grip with a light squeeze, and then reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck in order to keep you close while he murmurs: ]
Come to think of it, [ Kiss. ] we can always talk more about this later.
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Like I said, I'm totally okay with whatever my fiancee wants.
[ Kiss him again, please. ]