…what was that about deescalating…? Any success he'd had there abruptly reversed—close enough to her thigh, she could certainly feel it.
Deciding not to let that be his only response, Cassian drew back his arm just enough to prop himself up; enough to look into her eyes. His had those crinkles beside them that made them radiant. Behind them—though his body had already (unambiguously) answered—his mind was visibly racing to try and find a decent set of words. It didn't take long. Warm and clearly joking with the understatement, he settled for: "That works for me."
His fingers stayed light on her cheek. The rest of him leaned, also gently, over her. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. Then he drew back—very little, their breath still mingling; and he murmured, "Any preference how?"
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Date: 2020-01-28 09:46 am (UTC)Deciding not to let that be his only response, Cassian drew back his arm just enough to prop himself up; enough to look into her eyes. His had those crinkles beside them that made them radiant. Behind them—though his body had already (unambiguously) answered—his mind was visibly racing to try and find a decent set of words. It didn't take long. Warm and clearly joking with the understatement, he settled for: "That works for me."
His fingers stayed light on her cheek. The rest of him leaned, also gently, over her. He pressed another kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. Then he drew back—very little, their breath still mingling; and he murmured, "Any preference how?"