He's thought it more than once, of course, he can't help it; it's just the course of his life, to lose what he loves most. It's that pain, and the fear of it, that's kept him pushing so much away, holding so many emotions back for all these years. There's always pain waiting, and he's spent so long running from that, and now he isn't. Now he stops, he slows down, he lets himself enjoy this, just...be with her. But that niggling worry never quite relents, that thought of her ever going far away, of the unpredictability of this place and how it may part them inevitably perhaps, and...well. Then he stops himself. And he says it over and over again to himself, that he would simply find her. He always would. No matter what happens.
Here and now, though, it's just them, and there's no worry for once. There's just the feeling of finally letting go, this release he didn't know he was capable of and didn't know he needed. Hearing her moan his name is everything to him, and he presses his face a little closer to her neck for a moment, burying his forehead there against her skin.
He chases that feeling, the warmth of her as he touches her, and when he knows she's right there, when he can both hear and feel her pleasure, he pulls his head back so he can see her clearly. And he doesn't even realize it at first, but his own eyes are glistening, and he smiles with such tenderness at her.
"You're the one to thank."
He loves her, completely, and he hopes it's felt in every single touch and movement now as he tenderly sweeps her hair back from her eyes before shifting his hips carefully, leaning down to kiss her briefly before he joins their bodies in a swift thrust. He parts with a moan under his breath, biting his lower lip, smiling again. His eyes only momentarily close, a pleasant shudder running through him, before he seeks her eyes. Feeling this, being surrounded by her, it's more than he'd ever thought possible again, more than he could have thought to want. And now he's greedy for it, grateful for it. He loves her, he thinks again, as he slowly rocks his hips against hers, caressing her skin, letting his thumbs skirt around the edges of her breasts.
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Here and now, though, it's just them, and there's no worry for once. There's just the feeling of finally letting go, this release he didn't know he was capable of and didn't know he needed. Hearing her moan his name is everything to him, and he presses his face a little closer to her neck for a moment, burying his forehead there against her skin.
He chases that feeling, the warmth of her as he touches her, and when he knows she's right there, when he can both hear and feel her pleasure, he pulls his head back so he can see her clearly. And he doesn't even realize it at first, but his own eyes are glistening, and he smiles with such tenderness at her.
"You're the one to thank."
He loves her, completely, and he hopes it's felt in every single touch and movement now as he tenderly sweeps her hair back from her eyes before shifting his hips carefully, leaning down to kiss her briefly before he joins their bodies in a swift thrust. He parts with a moan under his breath, biting his lower lip, smiling again. His eyes only momentarily close, a pleasant shudder running through him, before he seeks her eyes. Feeling this, being surrounded by her, it's more than he'd ever thought possible again, more than he could have thought to want. And now he's greedy for it, grateful for it. He loves her, he thinks again, as he slowly rocks his hips against hers, caressing her skin, letting his thumbs skirt around the edges of her breasts.