[ He shakes his head, eyes shuttering beneath the touch of her lips. His lids quiver slightly, too awake, too unused to the gentleness. But he tips his head into it as if running on instinct, his purer and baser desires to be acknowledged unfurling in her hands. All of the strain and sleeplessness recede, now soothed over by her favor. ]

No, not anymore. It's been a long time. Which is good for me... [ Rolling his shoulders to prompt her to put her arms around him, a smile flicks the corners of his mouth. Close, tender. Just a little nervy. ] Because I really don't think I'm gonna be able to get enough of looking at you.

[Brushing noses, he nudges her face upwards to capture her mouth again. His lips part, slightly wet from a slip of tongue as he invites her to explore like he intends to. His touch wanders — coarse knuckles brush her jawline, fingertips flourishing at the height of her pulse point and then trailing downwards. Across her collar, over the rise of her chest where he thumbs a nipple to pinkness. He can feel the plane of her stomach tighten against him, soft skin pressed up to hard muscle. A pleased noise flutters deep in his throat as he shifts his body down against hers with a weight that he hopes comforts her in its beginning rhythm. ]