[It's not a no, and though practicality would also do them well in this moment—after all, the bedroom would be more comfortable—it seems such a faraway concept. So much more overrides it, bolstered by the way she’s looking at him, the way her cheeks are tinging pink. The thrum of his own heartbeat in his chest, ratcheting up a few notches at the growing reality of the idea, images already threatening to form in his head.]
Good.
[Then maybe that’s what they’ll do. Maybe they’ll let desire and impatience reign so much that every second feels like a wasted moment.
His hands move from her hips to the hem of her top, fingers gripping at the fabric, tugging upwards, as his own hips knock into hers amid the effort, causing him to hiss out a little in impatience.]
kneeslides back in here
Good.
[Then maybe that’s what they’ll do. Maybe they’ll let desire and impatience reign so much that every second feels like a wasted moment.
His hands move from her hips to the hem of her top, fingers gripping at the fabric, tugging upwards, as his own hips knock into hers amid the effort, causing him to hiss out a little in impatience.]