There is a small whimper as she moves away, reaching for Aleja instantly, not wanting her to move away. Not ever. That she stays close is nearly enough, shifting to roll closer to her. His hand running over her hip, caressing the curve of her waist, just wanting to touch her, to memorize by touch every line of her that he has visually memorized by sight every day they've been together.
"You would..." He has trouble finding words, wanting to plead and ask for anything as little as a touch, and aching to take and have and knowing he is never likely to do much for her own needs if he does that. Not if he doesn't slow himself and his desire down. Enough so that he can give her everything she deserves.
And so he does as he's told, as if that is in question, moving to lay on his back and reaching for her once more. "Please?"
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Date: 2019-01-11 02:42 am (UTC)"You would..." He has trouble finding words, wanting to plead and ask for anything as little as a touch, and aching to take and have and knowing he is never likely to do much for her own needs if he does that. Not if he doesn't slow himself and his desire down. Enough so that he can give her everything she deserves.
And so he does as he's told, as if that is in question, moving to lay on his back and reaching for her once more. "Please?"