[ As much as he's flinched away from touch before, he's glad of the weight of her hand on his arm. It doesn't make him sick, not with the cloth of his shirt serving as a barrier. Instead, it's a warm and reassuring thing.
Her question, though, has him feeling a flush right at the tips of his ears. Honestly, it's ridiculous and he swallows the feeling down, getting ahold of himself. He grew up in the Barrel, this question shouldn't make him blush like some innocent mercher's daughter. ]
I think I'd like it best if you did. [ Sometimes, in his dreams, she's straddling his hips and pinning him to the bed. At first, he'd resented the idea, it made him uncomfortable. But he kept returning to it, time and again, and it feels like every nerve aches with want. ]
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Her question, though, has him feeling a flush right at the tips of his ears. Honestly, it's ridiculous and he swallows the feeling down, getting ahold of himself. He grew up in the Barrel, this question shouldn't make him blush like some innocent mercher's daughter. ]
I think I'd like it best if you did. [ Sometimes, in his dreams, she's straddling his hips and pinning him to the bed. At first, he'd resented the idea, it made him uncomfortable. But he kept returning to it, time and again, and it feels like every nerve aches with want. ]