[ Part of him wishes to merely lie down in hopes that, in doing so, she will follow suit and also resume her rest that he has clearly disrupted. But the lure of her being so close to him, and the desire to pour all the affection that he can manage into her, is far stronger than any exhaustion he might be feeling. Still, he knows that he will not be able to keep this up for long, and to push past that would be quite selfish indeed.
The longer that he remains in his propped up position, the more his side protests, some of the ache beginning to resurface, as if protesting his reckless actions. Still, he ignores it, wishing only to take what he sees as his bold first steps in bridging the gap between propriety and desire.
When she parts her lips for him, he hesitates for the briefest of moments, but he decides to let instinct take over, momentarily pushing caution away. The action is tentative and brief, but he slides the tip of his tongue to meet with hers, as if testing how far she will allow him to go. ]
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The longer that he remains in his propped up position, the more his side protests, some of the ache beginning to resurface, as if protesting his reckless actions. Still, he ignores it, wishing only to take what he sees as his bold first steps in bridging the gap between propriety and desire.
When she parts her lips for him, he hesitates for the briefest of moments, but he decides to let instinct take over, momentarily pushing caution away. The action is tentative and brief, but he slides the tip of his tongue to meet with hers, as if testing how far she will allow him to go. ]