[ You can shower when I'm done with you. Hei almost says it aloud. But he lightly bites his tongue and clasps her closer. Nuzzles the feathery heap of her hair, inhaling her scent, as his hands slide along her waist, the sweet solidity of her hips, the skin-warmed fabric tingling across his palms and suffusing him with a drugged, lax wine of bittersweet happiness. But also a desire that seems to transcend simple arousal and satiety. ]
[ He's waited almost a year, drifting like a cosmic dust-mote through space, to be near her again. Now that he is, fifteen minutes or fifteen hours of waiting don't make a difference. Not as long as they culminate with her being close to him, so he can greedily sink into all of her deliciousness that his throbbing body now demands, hopefully with nothing of their usual insecurities and grief to cloud the experience. ]
[ He kisses the soft rim of her ear, before detaching, ]
Whatever you need.
[ Space. Slowness. She seems jittery, clearly excited, but full of apprehension too -- and it makes him cautious in turn. ]
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[ He's waited almost a year, drifting like a cosmic dust-mote through space, to be near her again. Now that he is, fifteen minutes or fifteen hours of waiting don't make a difference. Not as long as they culminate with her being close to him, so he can greedily sink into all of her deliciousness that his throbbing body now demands, hopefully with nothing of their usual insecurities and grief to cloud the experience. ]
[ He kisses the soft rim of her ear, before detaching, ]
Whatever you need.
[ Space. Slowness. She seems jittery, clearly excited, but full of apprehension too -- and it makes him cautious in turn. ]