[His mouth is more than a little sore, a soreness that echoes the sore feeling on his neck--and it's a little difficult to breathe, and there's a flush in his cheeks, he can feel it, and a tightness in his jeans, because let's face it, he's only human.]
Yeah.
[It comes out a little rough, a little uncertain. But surely this is all right? To just-- forget, for a little while. It isn't better, but it feels good. Maybe it's not. Maybe he shouldn't.
He pushes his fingers through her hair, combs it back from her face.]
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Yeah.
[It comes out a little rough, a little uncertain. But surely this is all right? To just-- forget, for a little while. It isn't better, but it feels good. Maybe it's not. Maybe he shouldn't.
He pushes his fingers through her hair, combs it back from her face.]
I don't want to stop.