[He had been trying to keep his focus on just their mouths, taking in and savoring her taste; catching the hidden messages shared between their increasingly heated and fervent acts. He never would have imagined himself falling into this kind of indulgence, but he is and unrealized desires and wants continue to grow at a pace he can barely control. But the more she seeks of him, the more those restraints fall away, allowing him to start exploring more of her as well.
They're just natural touches, fingers sliding further through her hair and against the back of her head, descending down to her neck to feel the heat of her pulse. The arm around her waist also shifts and moves, the hold on her once more constraining so that she couldn't pull away now craving to feel more of her body. Yet there is a bit of slowness on his part as well, wanting to rush in yet not scare her as despite it all, there is still awareness that this is all new for the both of them. And really he doesn't mind taking his time. But feeling her hands on his back sends an odd, electric thrill down his spine, making him push more against her as his hands slide up while hers go down...
And then she pulls back.
At first he just thinks she's trying to catch her breath, but when he sees her expression and hears that apology...
...
Rough, heated breaths break the heavy silence as Eustace stares at her, his gaze darkening a fraction. He can understand a little—this is a crazy situation they're in and if he were think of this rationally, they're rushing into something they have no idea how it will turn out. He can see she's uncertain, but of what? Of what they're doing? What they're feeling? Does she think he doesn't like this or that he'll somehow feel offended or insulted later?
Always pulling away whenever he's trying to get closer to her...]
Don't.
[The word comes out a little harsher than intended, but his voice also carries an uncharacteristic roughness. He then wraps his arm firmly around her waist and cradles her head before pushing her down onto the moss covered ground, his face now looming directly above hers. His usually calm, pale blue eyes are now glistening from not only the light of the fire, but also the heat that's been starting to burn with him.]
Try to run from me again... [His mouth lightly brushes against her lips before his teeth graze against them for a sharp nip, his voice low like a growl.] And I really won't let you go.
[He doesn't give her a chance to respond before he takes her mouth into an aggressive, rougher kiss compared to before, his tongue already pushing in to find and entangle with hers. And when they pull apart, his mouth will move to the corner of her jaw, kissing it first before trailing down her neck, teeth lightly grazing and pulling at her skin as he goes. Not strong enough to be painful or leave any lasting marks, but enough to tease that sensitive skin.
However, although he's leaning over her, he's not lying directly on top of her. And while his hands run over her sides and arms, he's not trapping her. If she really didn't want any of this, she could push him off and he would stop. But right now he's making his intentions clear—he wants her. Wants everything from her.
Now, would he really want it all right this second? ...Not necessarily. But at the very least he doesn't want her to think this is something wrong, something to apologize for. They're both consenting adults, in his opinion it's only natural.]
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They're just natural touches, fingers sliding further through her hair and against the back of her head, descending down to her neck to feel the heat of her pulse. The arm around her waist also shifts and moves, the hold on her once more constraining so that she couldn't pull away now craving to feel more of her body. Yet there is a bit of slowness on his part as well, wanting to rush in yet not scare her as despite it all, there is still awareness that this is all new for the both of them. And really he doesn't mind taking his time. But feeling her hands on his back sends an odd, electric thrill down his spine, making him push more against her as his hands slide up while hers go down...
And then she pulls back.
At first he just thinks she's trying to catch her breath, but when he sees her expression and hears that apology...
...
Rough, heated breaths break the heavy silence as Eustace stares at her, his gaze darkening a fraction. He can understand a little—this is a crazy situation they're in and if he were think of this rationally, they're rushing into something they have no idea how it will turn out. He can see she's uncertain, but of what? Of what they're doing? What they're feeling? Does she think he doesn't like this or that he'll somehow feel offended or insulted later?
Always pulling away whenever he's trying to get closer to her...]
Don't.
[The word comes out a little harsher than intended, but his voice also carries an uncharacteristic roughness. He then wraps his arm firmly around her waist and cradles her head before pushing her down onto the moss covered ground, his face now looming directly above hers. His usually calm, pale blue eyes are now glistening from not only the light of the fire, but also the heat that's been starting to burn with him.]
Try to run from me again... [His mouth lightly brushes against her lips before his teeth graze against them for a sharp nip, his voice low like a growl.] And I really won't let you go.
[He doesn't give her a chance to respond before he takes her mouth into an aggressive, rougher kiss compared to before, his tongue already pushing in to find and entangle with hers. And when they pull apart, his mouth will move to the corner of her jaw, kissing it first before trailing down her neck, teeth lightly grazing and pulling at her skin as he goes. Not strong enough to be painful or leave any lasting marks, but enough to tease that sensitive skin.
However, although he's leaning over her, he's not lying directly on top of her. And while his hands run over her sides and arms, he's not trapping her. If she really didn't want any of this, she could push him off and he would stop. But right now he's making his intentions clear—he wants her. Wants everything from her.
Now, would he really want it all right this second? ...Not necessarily. But at the very least he doesn't want her to think this is something wrong, something to apologize for. They're both consenting adults, in his opinion it's only natural.]