[ There is, after far too long, a beat under her hand. Another pause and then a second beat. It's bizarre and so uniquely him, and before she lets her mind blank completely, it is one thing she makes a mental note to actually inquire about.
She pants and presses her nose to his jaw, swallowing hard before she's able to catch enough breath to speak. Wrapping her hand around his wrist where he holds her down, she opens her eyes again. When she looks up at him, it's with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, and her voice is rough. ]
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She pants and presses her nose to his jaw, swallowing hard before she's able to catch enough breath to speak. Wrapping her hand around his wrist where he holds her down, she opens her eyes again. When she looks up at him, it's with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, and her voice is rough. ]
I ain't made of glass, baby.