His heartbeat faltered. Where you go, I go… A reassertion that, yes, when he left, she'd go with him…? Or… did she mean…
Both. Obviously. Don't second-guess. It was both.
"Okay," he whispered back, voice too hoarse for anything louder.
…He dared to try something. Go just a little further.
He bent his face to her again, but this time to her neck. And started kissing her there, along the column of her throat, the gentle curve from ear to clavicle, his lips and tongue working gently on her flesh, flexing tendons and pulse—to monitor her reactions, yes, but not because he mistrusted, now. Because he wanted them to be good. And wanted to learn what would make them so, for her.
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Date: 2019-09-11 07:45 am (UTC)Both. Obviously. Don't second-guess. It was both.
"Okay," he whispered back, voice too hoarse for anything louder.
…He dared to try something. Go just a little further.
He bent his face to her again, but this time to her neck. And started kissing her there, along the column of her throat, the gentle curve from ear to clavicle, his lips and tongue working gently on her flesh, flexing tendons and pulse—to monitor her reactions, yes, but not because he mistrusted, now. Because he wanted them to be good. And wanted to learn what would make them so, for her.