[ The look on Alan's face ought to tell her that he's having difficulties believing her words. The part of him that blames himself for how everything turned out is overruling his ability to be rational. He shakes his head and his eyes shift away from hers as that sense of guilt takes root once more. ]
Do you remember how mad you were when I took your right to make your own choice from you? This feels like that again. [ He expects her to still be angry, to be upset that her plans changed because of his actions. She might not want him to blame himself or condemn himself and put himself down, but he's already heading in that direction. ]
Okay. So how can I help with that? I know I'm not on your management team, or even associated with the Bureau, but I want to help, even if it's not glamorous.
[ It doesn't have to be. All he wants is to work alongside Jesse and her people and try to be useful.
And even with his doubts and worries swirling around, all Jesse has to do is touch him to get him to focus. When she sets to work unbuttoning his shirt and trailing her fingers down his front, he very visibly relaxes. He can't remember when it started, this feeling of all but coming undone when she touches him. It doesn't matter where she touches him, he just practically melts in response. When she touches him, he just becomes hers to do whatever she wants with, however she wants it.
But this has to be good for both of them, so he pulls himself together even as she shifts herself against him before turning her attentions to the belt he wears. He shifts too, body rising slightly in response to her fingers sliding below the waistline and trailing along the skin there. Maybe he really is that starved for touch, so even the slightest touch from her garners a reaction. It's not something he can help, but he doesn't want to hold it back either.
He feels her deepen the kiss and he responds immediately to that as well, pressing into it in return, and with the hand that's at her back, he hooks his fingers onto the waistline of her pants and gives it an experimental tug. Maybe now isn't the time to undress each other, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to at least tease at the idea.
His other hand comes to rest along her collarbone, fingers ghosting lightly along it even as he continues deepening the kiss. This feels like a dream, but Alan's just hoping that it's real, that they won't have to wake up from it and find themselves alone again. ]
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Do you remember how mad you were when I took your right to make your own choice from you? This feels like that again. [ He expects her to still be angry, to be upset that her plans changed because of his actions. She might not want him to blame himself or condemn himself and put himself down, but he's already heading in that direction. ]
Okay. So how can I help with that? I know I'm not on your management team, or even associated with the Bureau, but I want to help, even if it's not glamorous.
[ It doesn't have to be. All he wants is to work alongside Jesse and her people and try to be useful.
And even with his doubts and worries swirling around, all Jesse has to do is touch him to get him to focus. When she sets to work unbuttoning his shirt and trailing her fingers down his front, he very visibly relaxes. He can't remember when it started, this feeling of all but coming undone when she touches him. It doesn't matter where she touches him, he just practically melts in response. When she touches him, he just becomes hers to do whatever she wants with, however she wants it.
But this has to be good for both of them, so he pulls himself together even as she shifts herself against him before turning her attentions to the belt he wears. He shifts too, body rising slightly in response to her fingers sliding below the waistline and trailing along the skin there. Maybe he really is that starved for touch, so even the slightest touch from her garners a reaction. It's not something he can help, but he doesn't want to hold it back either.
He feels her deepen the kiss and he responds immediately to that as well, pressing into it in return, and with the hand that's at her back, he hooks his fingers onto the waistline of her pants and gives it an experimental tug. Maybe now isn't the time to undress each other, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to at least tease at the idea.
His other hand comes to rest along her collarbone, fingers ghosting lightly along it even as he continues deepening the kiss. This feels like a dream, but Alan's just hoping that it's real, that they won't have to wake up from it and find themselves alone again. ]