[All of it at once is enough to leave him breathless for a moment. The soft press of her lips, the tight, exquisite heat of her, the shudder of her breath, that admission of hers— he almost feels as though something in his chest might burst. He'd said those same words not half an hour before, some few feet beyond her bedroom door, and he had meant them, but only now does their weight truly begin to make itself known, the gravity of having such a sentiment returned unknown to him until now.
It makes him want to hold onto her all the more tightly, to insist on fighting should she try to pull away from him again in the interest of shielding him, but he doesn't believe he'll have to. They understand one another better now— and he knows well a treasure worth holding onto when he finds it. He intends to make certain that she does, as well.
He tips his chin to claim her mouth when he finds his breath again, kiss hot and hungry as he shifts his hips upwards, burying himself in her fully, fingers pressing into the back of the soft curve of her hip as he does everything, everything he can to commit this moment to memory.]
I love you, too.
[He'd said it before, but it's different now, breathless and murmured against her lips, lacking the frustration and hard edges of their earlier conversation and filled with an entirely different sort of passion, though it is no less heated.]
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It makes him want to hold onto her all the more tightly, to insist on fighting should she try to pull away from him again in the interest of shielding him, but he doesn't believe he'll have to. They understand one another better now— and he knows well a treasure worth holding onto when he finds it. He intends to make certain that she does, as well.
He tips his chin to claim her mouth when he finds his breath again, kiss hot and hungry as he shifts his hips upwards, burying himself in her fully, fingers pressing into the back of the soft curve of her hip as he does everything, everything he can to commit this moment to memory.]
I love you, too.
[He'd said it before, but it's different now, breathless and murmured against her lips, lacking the frustration and hard edges of their earlier conversation and filled with an entirely different sort of passion, though it is no less heated.]