[ She'll feel a sigh (of relief? perhaps, just a little) go through his body, but he holds her close, allowing her to hear the results of her effect on him. When he laughs, it's a soundless tremor, and then he's capturing her lips with his in an offer of reassurance.
(It brings him so much pleasure to brush aside her hair and cup her cheek in the process.) ]
Who said that we were done?
[ Interruptions do not bother him. If anything, they were saved by the bell - literally. The way she rocked against him has left him questioning the wisdom of teasing her and drawing this out. But he will not die from want - though he may need to take a very, very long shower later.
He drops a kiss to her forehead. ] Go, conquer your scones. I would be a poor host if I didn't let you eat.
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(It brings him so much pleasure to brush aside her hair and cup her cheek in the process.) ]
Who said that we were done?
[ Interruptions do not bother him. If anything, they were saved by the bell - literally. The way she rocked against him has left him questioning the wisdom of teasing her and drawing this out. But he will not die from want - though he may need to take a very, very long shower later.
He drops a kiss to her forehead. ] Go, conquer your scones. I would be a poor host if I didn't let you eat.