[ He shaking as the kiss deepens, from nerves and fear and panic and sheer, animal want.
He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't know if this is wrong, or if this has been a long time coming, or if he's being needy and desperate and she's just humoring him because his whole fucking life has been turned upside down in the matter of moments, has been slowly flipping in that direction over the course of several weeks.
He's fucking scared as hell, and she's the only thing keeping the monsters at bay.
It's sad that he means that almost literally.
He wraps his arms around her waist once she's on his lap, pulls back to bury his face in the crook of her neck, and she smells like rain and the outside. He's terrified, terrified by the surge of emotion crashing through him, by everything that's happened today. ]
I don't-- I don't know what I should do. [ His voice is trembling, throaty, and whispered against her skin, and it's small and lost. ] Tell me what I should do.
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He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't know if this is wrong, or if this has been a long time coming, or if he's being needy and desperate and she's just humoring him because his whole fucking life has been turned upside down in the matter of moments, has been slowly flipping in that direction over the course of several weeks.
He's fucking scared as hell, and she's the only thing keeping the monsters at bay.
It's sad that he means that almost literally.
He wraps his arms around her waist once she's on his lap, pulls back to bury his face in the crook of her neck, and she smells like rain and the outside. He's terrified, terrified by the surge of emotion crashing through him, by everything that's happened today. ]
I don't-- I don't know what I should do. [ His voice is trembling, throaty, and whispered against her skin, and it's small and lost. ] Tell me what I should do.