[ He doesn't, though. It's clear enough that she wants this, despite the tension humming in the lines of her body. Remarkable, that she can still summon any desire for him -- that she can tolerate him at all -- though it is impossible that he share those kinder feelings for himself. Luckily he doesn't need to, to do what she needs right now. ]
[ His fingers tip her chin, mouth fastening on hers for slow, appreciative kisses, scraping her lower-lip with his teeth in a kind of restrained roughness. His hands are the same, coasting across the planes of her body, not fast but thorough, up under her blouse, down the waistband of her pants, soaking up the fevery heat that seems to spark trails of brightness across his palms. When he draws back, he's light-headed, a marblish glow of pink brightening his pale cheeks. ]
[ Nuzzling her throat, feeling the slow drag of her pulse under the hot skin, he murmurs, ]
Any requests?
[ After what she's dealt with, it's a wonder she doesn't shy from him, every inch of her psyche discolored like a deep bruise. He can't erase that. But he can at least alleviate it. ]
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Date: 2014-11-12 12:54 am (UTC)[ He doesn't, though. It's clear enough that she wants this, despite the tension humming in the lines of her body. Remarkable, that she can still summon any desire for him -- that she can tolerate him at all -- though it is impossible that he share those kinder feelings for himself. Luckily he doesn't need to, to do what she needs right now. ]
[ His fingers tip her chin, mouth fastening on hers for slow, appreciative kisses, scraping her lower-lip with his teeth in a kind of restrained roughness. His hands are the same, coasting across the planes of her body, not fast but thorough, up under her blouse, down the waistband of her pants, soaking up the fevery heat that seems to spark trails of brightness across his palms. When he draws back, he's light-headed, a marblish glow of pink brightening his pale cheeks. ]
[ Nuzzling her throat, feeling the slow drag of her pulse under the hot skin, he murmurs, ]
Any requests?
[ After what she's dealt with, it's a wonder she doesn't shy from him, every inch of her psyche discolored like a deep bruise. He can't erase that. But he can at least alleviate it. ]