[ He keeps her pinned against the wall for long moments, letting go of her hip with one hand so he can smooth her hair back. He tilts his head down to rest against hers, eyes half closed as he stays tangled in the sync, sharing that feeling. He moves slowly in her a few more times before reluctantly pulling out.
They're a sticky, sweaty mess, and he has absolutely no concern about it as he carries her the short distance to one of her chairs. He sits and arranges her comfortably in his lap, lightly stroking her back with one hand, leaning down to rest his nose against her hair.
It's not words in the synch, or even in what he offers towards her in that deliberate way he tries to communicate when he knows she listening telepathically. It's simply love, an emotion that comes with the same level of unbending ferocity with which he approaches all things. ]
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They're a sticky, sweaty mess, and he has absolutely no concern about it as he carries her the short distance to one of her chairs. He sits and arranges her comfortably in his lap, lightly stroking her back with one hand, leaning down to rest his nose against her hair.
It's not words in the synch, or even in what he offers towards her in that deliberate way he tries to communicate when he knows she listening telepathically. It's simply love, an emotion that comes with the same level of unbending ferocity with which he approaches all things. ]