It's a thought that lingers in the back of her mind, though she doesn't seem to have the ability to say as much. Not when she watches the way he touches his lips to her skin with a surprising amount of reverence. One after another, a steady trail, each leaving a subtle throb of her pulse. He lingers, taking his time, and each time he does, the nerves that settle into the small of her back grow by the moment.
A delightful anxiety? It's something like that.]
...It's embarrassing when you draw attention to it.
[Whether she means the way his name sometimes leaves her or the way he's so carefully nestled between her legs is up for debate, though it's likely she's referencing both.
She can only watch him for some moments as he carefully draws her leg carefully over his shoulder, coercing her to shift ever in slight. A hand glides over bedding and she gently clutches before she draws her gaze aside. Her other hand tangles in waves and light curls of chestnut brown. He doesn't make it easy for her to respond and she suspects that's part of the intention.]
You don't have to do things like that with me. I'm... just happy that you're here.
[Her words are hushed and quiet, restrained only by the worry of her bottom lip beneath the soft clutch of her teeth.]
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It's a thought that lingers in the back of her mind, though she doesn't seem to have the ability to say as much. Not when she watches the way he touches his lips to her skin with a surprising amount of reverence. One after another, a steady trail, each leaving a subtle throb of her pulse. He lingers, taking his time, and each time he does, the nerves that settle into the small of her back grow by the moment.
A delightful anxiety? It's something like that.]
...It's embarrassing when you draw attention to it.
[Whether she means the way his name sometimes leaves her or the way he's so carefully nestled between her legs is up for debate, though it's likely she's referencing both.
She can only watch him for some moments as he carefully draws her leg carefully over his shoulder, coercing her to shift ever in slight. A hand glides over bedding and she gently clutches before she draws her gaze aside. Her other hand tangles in waves and light curls of chestnut brown. He doesn't make it easy for her to respond and she suspects that's part of the intention.]
You don't have to do things like that with me. I'm... just happy that you're here.
[Her words are hushed and quiet, restrained only by the worry of her bottom lip beneath the soft clutch of her teeth.]