[If he were a different sort, he might have laughed at her attempts to navigate regency. Instead, he is wholly focused on chasing her when she leans back, so much so that he is already looking to help lift her onto the desk even as she releases him to undo her cape. Its a perfect balance — he senses where she moves, and shifts his grip to accomodate, to make both actions once seamless motion. By the end of it, he is kicking both capes away, and reaching to push her skirts back up with her to the surface.
He fills the open space with his body, tugging on the bond for direction rather than trying to lead himself alone. His confidence had increased since he had first given himself to Hathaway. He braces one hand on either side of her, leaning down to find her lips again.
He could not find the difference between a cure and a suppressant. For now, they were the same and he was grateful for it — and trying to understand how he had gone so long without engaing in the bond this way was impossible.]
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He fills the open space with his body, tugging on the bond for direction rather than trying to lead himself alone. His confidence had increased since he had first given himself to Hathaway. He braces one hand on either side of her, leaning down to find her lips again.
He could not find the difference between a cure and a suppressant. For now, they were the same and he was grateful for it — and trying to understand how he had gone so long without engaing in the bond this way was impossible.]