(During that time they parted, that time she pushes off his dress shirt just enough for him to shrug it off to the floor to join his growing clothing pile he finds his eyes locked on to hers. A sort of similar moment is going on with him after finding himself unable to take his eyes off hers, truthfully he thinks her eyes are beautiful. So beautiful, colorful in their own way compared to the embers of his own that sparks just like right now in the way they seem to be a full blown blaze that she's getting the pleasure of seeing.
Whenever she tries to speak only to kiss him, for their mouths to be back to being unable to part for as long as they did, he decides that it's likely on him to undress her too once he idly wonders how to go about getting her dress off to himself but not wanting to part for too long in general.
It felt too right to kiss her, to be so lost with her in the way their bodies were seeking one another out.
That ache he's getting is part of proof of that knowing he's starting to drift back into being worked up into a fever pitch. A pitch that she loves in the way his heat starts to burn again, starts to burn solely for her once their kiss starts to get deeper and deeper. Taking him further down into his want, into his aching need for her even now.
He wants to show her tonight just how much he loves her, just as he plans to beyond it to remind her that he means it no matter what that fear may say. His trousers are still undone since he didn't bother to fix them so it'd be a matter tugging them down the rest of the way once he stops being so preoccupied.
... maybe after he gets her dress off since if he has to wait any longer with her, he doubts that the two of them are going to be able to stop by more than their usual.)
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Whenever she tries to speak only to kiss him, for their mouths to be back to being unable to part for as long as they did, he decides that it's likely on him to undress her too once he idly wonders how to go about getting her dress off to himself but not wanting to part for too long in general.
It felt too right to kiss her, to be so lost with her in the way their bodies were seeking one another out.
That ache he's getting is part of proof of that knowing he's starting to drift back into being worked up into a fever pitch. A pitch that she loves in the way his heat starts to burn again, starts to burn solely for her once their kiss starts to get deeper and deeper. Taking him further down into his want, into his aching need for her even now.
He wants to show her tonight just how much he loves her, just as he plans to beyond it to remind her that he means it no matter what that fear may say. His trousers are still undone since he didn't bother to fix them so it'd be a matter tugging them down the rest of the way once he stops being so preoccupied.
... maybe after he gets her dress off since if he has to wait any longer with her, he doubts that the two of them are going to be able to stop by more than their usual.)