[As soon as she nods, his smile only grows, because that's what he always seeks, isn't it: reassurance. He may not know it, but her approval is just as important to him, in this moment, as anything else possibly could be. Right now, all he can think of is pleasing her, in whatever way possible -- physically, yes, but there's something deeper there, too. He doesn't particularly waste time thinking on it, he just knows that making her show more of those tiny smiles, more of those little sighs, is the best thing he could possibly imagine.
For a moment, he feels almost dizzy, but it's not the considerable amount of alcohol that he's had tonight making his head spin; it's the way she looks right now, lying below him, holding onto the sheets like that, that makes him feel completely intoxicated. For a moment, his rhythm stutters a little, just looking at her, but he resumes it quickly enough, maybe even speeding up a little, certain now that he's not going to hurt her.
And when she puts her hand over his, he does turn his hand to face hers, palm to palm, and then twines their fingers together on top of the sheets. It's holding hands, and it seems to be what she wanted, although he doesn't particularly see it as a romantic gesture so much as a natural extension of the way they've already been touching -- though he is, very much so, in a romantic mood. Strange, how easily that mood comes to him, even as he doesn't bother to try to stifle another long, deep groan.]
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For a moment, he feels almost dizzy, but it's not the considerable amount of alcohol that he's had tonight making his head spin; it's the way she looks right now, lying below him, holding onto the sheets like that, that makes him feel completely intoxicated. For a moment, his rhythm stutters a little, just looking at her, but he resumes it quickly enough, maybe even speeding up a little, certain now that he's not going to hurt her.
And when she puts her hand over his, he does turn his hand to face hers, palm to palm, and then twines their fingers together on top of the sheets. It's holding hands, and it seems to be what she wanted, although he doesn't particularly see it as a romantic gesture so much as a natural extension of the way they've already been touching -- though he is, very much so, in a romantic mood. Strange, how easily that mood comes to him, even as he doesn't bother to try to stifle another long, deep groan.]