"Yeah," he whispers in agreement and says nothing more, only kisses her again. The only things he can think of to say are A: obvious and B: depressing -- it's been a long time since I've had anything to smile about -- and he's sick of bringing down the moment. Especially when it's a moment like this one.
Given how he'd reacted when she'd only touched him he should have been ready for how intense this would feel, but it still makes his breath stutter, still wrenches a low moan from his throat. He closes his eyes for a second, but one hand skates up and over her back to curl in her hair, the other settling on her thigh as he starts to move with her. "Jesus, Annie," he breathes, wondering.
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Date: 2017-01-10 05:40 pm (UTC)Given how he'd reacted when she'd only touched him he should have been ready for how intense this would feel, but it still makes his breath stutter, still wrenches a low moan from his throat. He closes his eyes for a second, but one hand skates up and over her back to curl in her hair, the other settling on her thigh as he starts to move with her. "Jesus, Annie," he breathes, wondering.