[ Despite himself, he laughs quietly, reveling in the sensation of her skin and how it's so dissimilar from his own. ]
Now I've really gotta put my money where my mouth is. [ A little puncture mark made by well-worn grit, just to let some of the tension he'd felt breathe out. It's easier then, for some of that confidence to well into its place. His mouth follows suit, up to tender knuckles, the back of her hand. All the way to her wrist, the underside of which thrums with her pulse. It's a good feel, he thinks. ] Since you're so kindly accepting my terms.
[ Maybe he's not the best person to draw close to, but the idea of someone else wresting something so important from her for cards or money makes his gut burn.
Even loathe to make a decision, sometimes he does so. And sometimes, it changes his life. ]
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Now I've really gotta put my money where my mouth is. [ A little puncture mark made by well-worn grit, just to let some of the tension he'd felt breathe out. It's easier then, for some of that confidence to well into its place. His mouth follows suit, up to tender knuckles, the back of her hand. All the way to her wrist, the underside of which thrums with her pulse. It's a good feel, he thinks. ] Since you're so kindly accepting my terms.
[ Maybe he's not the best person to draw close to, but the idea of someone else wresting something so important from her for cards or money makes his gut burn.
Even loathe to make a decision, sometimes he does so. And sometimes, it changes his life. ]