[ If you're anything less than completely well, how can I not worry? That is, he won't be able to properly relax or rest, even if he doesn't sleep, while she's in the state that she is. That notion just further spurs him on to find some way of setting her to rights once more.
As for him, what drew her to him and made him realize he loves her was her ability to be kind to just about everyone, even to those who were more than a little bit trying. It's her kindness, understanding, and patience that drew him in, and now he can't imagine a life without her in it. She wants to serve him, but he in turn wants to do the same for her, in whatever form that takes.
And if he has doubts about who or what he'll be when his memories return, those doubts are far from his mind at this time. All he can think about is her and the feel of her skin beneath his hands as they travel to places yet unvisited. He would go farther than this if he thought he could. Perhaps one day, they'll be able to step over the threshold and step into a new level of intimacy. For now, this will have to be enough.
He can feel the need to close his eyes and sleep for a time beginning to sweep over him, so it's with no small amount of reluctance that he shifts his position so that he's lying beside her rather than above her and moves one hand from its exploration to rest at her waist. To just lie here next to her is enough, even though part of him wishes to continue traveling down the intimate path they were on.
But, he reasons, she must be tired from her exertions, and it would hardly be kind of him to keep her awake if she wishes to rest. You must be getting tired. We can sleep anytime you want to. He says, wanting to know how she feels, her lack of voice and other problems aside. It won't take him long at all to drift off himself, if she says she's ready to call it a night. ]
wraps this up for the next one :3
As for him, what drew her to him and made him realize he loves her was her ability to be kind to just about everyone, even to those who were more than a little bit trying. It's her kindness, understanding, and patience that drew him in, and now he can't imagine a life without her in it. She wants to serve him, but he in turn wants to do the same for her, in whatever form that takes.
And if he has doubts about who or what he'll be when his memories return, those doubts are far from his mind at this time. All he can think about is her and the feel of her skin beneath his hands as they travel to places yet unvisited. He would go farther than this if he thought he could. Perhaps one day, they'll be able to step over the threshold and step into a new level of intimacy. For now, this will have to be enough.
He can feel the need to close his eyes and sleep for a time beginning to sweep over him, so it's with no small amount of reluctance that he shifts his position so that he's lying beside her rather than above her and moves one hand from its exploration to rest at her waist. To just lie here next to her is enough, even though part of him wishes to continue traveling down the intimate path they were on.
But, he reasons, she must be tired from her exertions, and it would hardly be kind of him to keep her awake if she wishes to rest. You must be getting tired. We can sleep anytime you want to. He says, wanting to know how she feels, her lack of voice and other problems aside. It won't take him long at all to drift off himself, if she says she's ready to call it a night. ]