[At least she didn't say yes. How embarrassing to remove one's shirt then be requested to put it back on.]
That is very ominous, so I elect to not question what it means. [He offers her his hands, first on hers, then on her wrists, moving to her elbows simply to hold onto her. Not demanding, simply a tactile touch.]
My apologies, then. I'm not intending to rush you nor unnerve you. [It is only fair it's her choice what they should do -- it's her experiences which give her pause, and he is only a guest in her world.
He would be lying if he said he'd hoped a bit of intimacy wasn't in the cards, though, when he came. It was mostly about thanking her, though. Perhaps with a few kisses, if he was lucky.
Though he's sort of circling back to that terrible happenings thing. Like, similar to a cucked butcher running into his wife's bedroom with a knife? Or more like a tiny rock of a man demanding to see his ass at a royal banquet? Not that, ah, that's ever happened to him before.]
no subject
That is very ominous, so I elect to not question what it means. [He offers her his hands, first on hers, then on her wrists, moving to her elbows simply to hold onto her. Not demanding, simply a tactile touch.]
My apologies, then. I'm not intending to rush you nor unnerve you. [It is only fair it's her choice what they should do -- it's her experiences which give her pause, and he is only a guest in her world.
He would be lying if he said he'd hoped a bit of intimacy wasn't in the cards, though, when he came. It was mostly about thanking her, though. Perhaps with a few kisses, if he was lucky.
Though he's sort of circling back to that terrible happenings thing. Like, similar to a cucked butcher running into his wife's bedroom with a knife? Or more like a tiny rock of a man demanding to see his ass at a royal banquet? Not that, ah, that's ever happened to him before.]