[ he wants her to have this, something in the weight of her eyes suggesting that she needs it, for reasons he may not understand. but it's the same for him somehow, like he's chasing something in this, something itching at him from the inside ever since he returned back from braccia, where he'd momentarily stared death — again — in the face, in a way that made him so unsure of what he's been searching for.
i need there to be something more, she'd said, and it's something he needs too, something he can't promise, but maybe there's something in this that can help them keep going, push them forward from whatever's been holding each of them back.
because everything else falls away for a little while when she moves, when she rides him slow and the pleasure stretches throughout all of his limbs, heating every inch of skin. he doesn't move, just as she'd asked, but his fingers do curl against her thighs, breath hissing through his teeth as the occasional moan leaves his breath, low and quiet, eyes taking her in as her pace picks up.
and when she leans down for his mouth, he's right there with her, leaning instinctively against the palm at his cheek, mouth breathless to her lips. ]
Okay. [ he whispers back with an understanding, quiet with a soft nudge of his nose to her, taking in another breath. his fingers reach up into her hair, grasping without force, merely holding her as he seeks out another fervent kiss. in a moment, he's leaning himself up on his other elbow, arching her up with him as he rolls his hips up beneath her, trying to find a matching rhythm with her rather than trying to take over any control. ]
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i need there to be something more, she'd said, and it's something he needs too, something he can't promise, but maybe there's something in this that can help them keep going, push them forward from whatever's been holding each of them back.
because everything else falls away for a little while when she moves, when she rides him slow and the pleasure stretches throughout all of his limbs, heating every inch of skin. he doesn't move, just as she'd asked, but his fingers do curl against her thighs, breath hissing through his teeth as the occasional moan leaves his breath, low and quiet, eyes taking her in as her pace picks up.
and when she leans down for his mouth, he's right there with her, leaning instinctively against the palm at his cheek, mouth breathless to her lips. ]
Okay. [ he whispers back with an understanding, quiet with a soft nudge of his nose to her, taking in another breath. his fingers reach up into her hair, grasping without force, merely holding her as he seeks out another fervent kiss. in a moment, he's leaning himself up on his other elbow, arching her up with him as he rolls his hips up beneath her, trying to find a matching rhythm with her rather than trying to take over any control. ]