[ At her command, he has a lot of questions he's wants to ask, as rattled as his mind is. Mostly they're stupid, clarifying questions, like, Don't move? Like, at all? Not even a little? What are you doing? Where are you going? Can I at least take off my boots and pants yet because I'm seriously about to die? Can I sit up or what if I need to sneeze or--
But then she does-- that, and the only thing he manages to say is, ] Nngahddammit.
[ He props himself up on his elbows when she leaves (and surely she didn't mean don't move literally), and he sorely misses her presence. His breathing is ragged and his skin feels flushed and way too hot, and he doubts he's very sexy right now, all pure want and need and none of his usual swagger because Maya is driving him crazy right now, seriously insane. And then he's watching her, drinking in her every movement and wishing to heaven and hell that she'd hurry because he wants her so badly. And his fingers twitch against the sheets, wanting to feel how smooth her skin is, how soft, and he wants to trace her tattoos and feel the warmth between her legs and--
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But then she does-- that, and the only thing he manages to say is, ] Nngahddammit.
[ He props himself up on his elbows when she leaves (and surely she didn't mean don't move literally), and he sorely misses her presence. His breathing is ragged and his skin feels flushed and way too hot, and he doubts he's very sexy right now, all pure want and need and none of his usual swagger because Maya is driving him crazy right now, seriously insane. And then he's watching her, drinking in her every movement and wishing to heaven and hell that she'd hurry because he wants her so badly. And his fingers twitch against the sheets, wanting to feel how smooth her skin is, how soft, and he wants to trace her tattoos and feel the warmth between her legs and--
Suffice it to say, her plan definitely works. ]