[He's not sure what it is. He's not sure if it's the way she looks under him or how this place is getting to him or the stress of everything or if it's really as simple as the way she says his name. He doesn't comment on it, giving her another kiss before he's using his knees to stay steady. His own hands move to finish what she started, fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt and vaguely cursing his stupid jeans for being as tight as they are.
Whatever. Maybe now isn't the time to add another problem to his list, and instead of pressing her about those words or even commenting on it, he's settling back down once he's stripped down to his own underwear.]
Tell me where to go from here. I've been told I'm a fast learner. [There's another flash of a grin, and he barely gives her time to answer before he catches her lips in a kiss, one hand sneaking between them and back over her hips. The only thing that currently matters right now is what comes next.]
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Whatever. Maybe now isn't the time to add another problem to his list, and instead of pressing her about those words or even commenting on it, he's settling back down once he's stripped down to his own underwear.]
Tell me where to go from here. I've been told I'm a fast learner. [There's another flash of a grin, and he barely gives her time to answer before he catches her lips in a kiss, one hand sneaking between them and back over her hips. The only thing that currently matters right now is what comes next.]