[He starts to reply, but his voice catches in his throat under her teeth as she picks up speed. He huffs outward, tilting his head back to expose more of his neck to her. The sense that she is there without actually being there—
The brush of fabric at his back pulls him out of it briefly. It allows him the opportunity to dissect exactly what is happening, rather than getting lost in what feels like a fever dream. One hand reaches down for her wrist, encapsulating it and forcing her to slow while his other hand gropes for the arm around his waist.
Slowly, he guides her higher, across his scars and stiff muscles. He can sense what she wants from him, but he does not want to give it quite as easily as she encourages it. Eventually, her knuckles come to his lips, and he presses his teeth to them.]
I know.
[But not the way he wants her to be. Not in a way that allows this in hours that are not the dead of night, on the edge of slumber systems apart.]
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The brush of fabric at his back pulls him out of it briefly. It allows him the opportunity to dissect exactly what is happening, rather than getting lost in what feels like a fever dream. One hand reaches down for her wrist, encapsulating it and forcing her to slow while his other hand gropes for the arm around his waist.
Slowly, he guides her higher, across his scars and stiff muscles. He can sense what she wants from him, but he does not want to give it quite as easily as she encourages it. Eventually, her knuckles come to his lips, and he presses his teeth to them.]
I know.
[But not the way he wants her to be. Not in a way that allows this in hours that are not the dead of night, on the edge of slumber systems apart.]
But not for long.