[Perhaps it's entirely imagined, that spark she feels when his fingers brush lightly against bare skin, but her heart near skips a beat and she decides that she rather likes the idea that it isn't. She exhales softly against his lips between kisses, giving him a nod of encouragement. It's understandable that they would both have reason to hesitate, but her own are beginning to feel further and further away, driven off by how very soft and warm and inviting he is, how heartbreakingly earnest he has shown himself to be.]
Please.
[This time, it is a request, as much as it is granting him permission. When was the last one anyone had touched her this way? Such encounters feel so distant now, and even then, it hadn't been like this— soft and careful and yet thrilling, her pulse quickening as she finds herself eager to press forward, to sate her curiosity, and perhaps, more than that, offer one another comfort.
Her hand catches against the side of his face once more, thumb gliding gently against his cheek as she presses a soft kiss to his brow, then the bridge of his nose before finding his lips again, her own flushed and now fuller for their efforts.]
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Please.
[This time, it is a request, as much as it is granting him permission. When was the last one anyone had touched her this way? Such encounters feel so distant now, and even then, it hadn't been like this— soft and careful and yet thrilling, her pulse quickening as she finds herself eager to press forward, to sate her curiosity, and perhaps, more than that, offer one another comfort.
Her hand catches against the side of his face once more, thumb gliding gently against his cheek as she presses a soft kiss to his brow, then the bridge of his nose before finding his lips again, her own flushed and now fuller for their efforts.]
I want you to.