He laughs at that, bright and merry and Creators, she does sound ridiculous. Like a child arguing over eating their vegetables but it's funny and he holds her hips, keeps her close. It's so very her and he's missed it, missed her so much in the past months, a hole in his chest that he hadn't realised had grown so large.
"I know," he whispers when their kiss breaks, and he does. He knows what she means, and how she means it. Knows that she's wanted this for so many years, and now that he's giving her it she probably wants to grab it with both hands so to speak. She's probably afraid that he may pull back and mean it that time, decide he can't do this and they should stop. It must be a fear of hers and there's little he can do to ease it other than stay.
His smile is small as she speaks, his head bowed and hair curtaining around his cheeks. It sorely does need a wash, all of him does but she is a distraction, constantly pulling his thoughts away from tasks he should focus on. Especially when she guides his hands and Liaran swallows, touch light as his palms press against the curve of her breasts and he wets his lips, fingers settling against her sides. He can feel her ribs, can feel her heart racing and slowly he curls his fingers in the fabric, gentle as he guides it up and over her head, never looking away from her gaze.
"I know." He does, because he had felt it to. Felt the hole, the emptiness and longing for her, just the same and he shudders softly, gaze still fixed on her even as his hands find her bare hips. Stepping out of his pants is easy enough, and he can feel his cock curve hard against his belly, something he has to fight to ignore as his hands cup her ass, lifting her up with the plan to carry her into the bath. "I know Is, I do."
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"I know," he whispers when their kiss breaks, and he does. He knows what she means, and how she means it. Knows that she's wanted this for so many years, and now that he's giving her it she probably wants to grab it with both hands so to speak. She's probably afraid that he may pull back and mean it that time, decide he can't do this and they should stop. It must be a fear of hers and there's little he can do to ease it other than stay.
His smile is small as she speaks, his head bowed and hair curtaining around his cheeks. It sorely does need a wash, all of him does but she is a distraction, constantly pulling his thoughts away from tasks he should focus on. Especially when she guides his hands and Liaran swallows, touch light as his palms press against the curve of her breasts and he wets his lips, fingers settling against her sides. He can feel her ribs, can feel her heart racing and slowly he curls his fingers in the fabric, gentle as he guides it up and over her head, never looking away from her gaze.
"I know." He does, because he had felt it to. Felt the hole, the emptiness and longing for her, just the same and he shudders softly, gaze still fixed on her even as his hands find her bare hips. Stepping out of his pants is easy enough, and he can feel his cock curve hard against his belly, something he has to fight to ignore as his hands cup her ass, lifting her up with the plan to carry her into the bath. "I know Is, I do."