[He starts to pull his hand free in preparation, but her eyes pin him to the spot and make him feel small. Ben swallows the fresh surge of pleasure that comes with her biting down on him, accompanied by a wave of indignation. "Say please"? What is she, his mother?
--nope. Definitely did not want to think about his mother right now.
His forehead comes to rest against her's, a neediness in his eyes that he can't chase away.]
Please, Kira. I--want to be inside you.
[Somehow, that doesn't sound right coming out of his mouth, but its the most honest thing he has in his arsenal. He's struck with a mild bit of anxiety that it might not be good enough. So, he offers it again, with more plea this time:]
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--nope. Definitely did not want to think about his mother right now.
His forehead comes to rest against her's, a neediness in his eyes that he can't chase away.]
Please, Kira. I--want to be inside you.
[Somehow, that doesn't sound right coming out of his mouth, but its the most honest thing he has in his arsenal. He's struck with a mild bit of anxiety that it might not be good enough. So, he offers it again, with more plea this time:]
Please.