( never has there been so much emphasis on simply touching her, like she were something to explore rather than solely something to have, more than just a body but a swollen heart of a girl buried within. that's who he's reaching for, looking for with the way he pulls back, keeping his gaze intact with hers all the while hands peruse her figure, no longer hidden in layers that both accentuate and keep it hidden.
it's endlessly endearing to her, everything he is, the things he stands for that she's never experienced—looking at her in a longing for permission, an impatience hidden around consent's edges that he soon won't need. but it's the first time they've gotten here, gotten this far, and it only adds all the more passion that he wants her to be sure. entirely here with him and nowhere else.
so she nods, a gesture where words don't seem to hold, again, as much as she'd like them to. where actions can, in the most tender regard, precede them. a shaky breath drawn inward, matching the fire dancing within his hues as hips give the tiniest lift upward to assist, another means of showing him it's okay, that she wants this. )
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it's endlessly endearing to her, everything he is, the things he stands for that she's never experienced—looking at her in a longing for permission, an impatience hidden around consent's edges that he soon won't need. but it's the first time they've gotten here, gotten this far, and it only adds all the more passion that he wants her to be sure. entirely here with him and nowhere else.
so she nods, a gesture where words don't seem to hold, again, as much as she'd like them to. where actions can, in the most tender regard, precede them. a shaky breath drawn inward, matching the fire dancing within his hues as hips give the tiniest lift upward to assist, another means of showing him it's okay, that she wants this. )