[He licks his lips, his breath hitching again as she slips her fingers inside his shirt. He sways just a little, leaning forward into her touch to encourage her. He swallows thickly.]
Yeah.
[He likes this too. It's obvious, isn't it? He's sure she can feel the way his heart is pounding with her hands resting on his chest.
He gives a lazy shrug at her confession, an offer of reassurance. Or an attempt at one, at any rate.]
I haven't either.
[He's endured a lot more violence than he has affection or tenderness or sex. They're on equal footing there, more or less.
He huffs softly, his lips twitching upward, though his eyes remain closed.]
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Yeah.
[He likes this too. It's obvious, isn't it? He's sure she can feel the way his heart is pounding with her hands resting on his chest.
He gives a lazy shrug at her confession, an offer of reassurance. Or an attempt at one, at any rate.]
I haven't either.
[He's endured a lot more violence than he has affection or tenderness or sex. They're on equal footing there, more or less.
He huffs softly, his lips twitching upward, though his eyes remain closed.]
I won't open them until you tell me to.