[ he's tried not to want anything, not here and not back home where he's continued to deny anything that could get close enough for him to hurt if he isn't careful. from the moment he'd first dropped in β and then dropped out, only to be sucked back up into this space trip all over again β he'd known keeping to himself would be the best course of action. unfortunately for him, things haven't always made that choice easy, especially when she's concerned.
the idea was that the tent would be a one-time thing, a choice to release a little bit of built up tension, something they likely both needed a bit of, having been trapped in this goddamn place for a while now. but forgetting is hard to do when something about the ship seems to keep their minds meddling together, impossible to split away the moment they get close enough.
because as soon as his fingers graze her cheek, something else stretches through him, a heated desire that he can't say with certainty is a cross over from whatever is going on in her head or if the fall of the rain paired with the sight of her in drenched fabric, shaping out her body rather intimately, gives swirl to that inspiration of thought.
he can't ignore her curves when she's this close, even if he tries to draw his eyes away, even if the sight of those tight buds against her dress remind him of when he'd pressed his mouth to them within the tent and sucked tenderly at that soft skin. for the brief moment that he considers drawing his hand back and stepping away from repeating this all over again, it's not enough before she's at his mouth, leaving no window for him to reconsider, his lips instantly responding with a mutual hunger, kiss hard with an eager curl of his tongue as strong palms grasp high at her hips, sloping up her sides, gripping at the soaked fabric of her dress. ]
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the idea was that the tent would be a one-time thing, a choice to release a little bit of built up tension, something they likely both needed a bit of, having been trapped in this goddamn place for a while now. but forgetting is hard to do when something about the ship seems to keep their minds meddling together, impossible to split away the moment they get close enough.
because as soon as his fingers graze her cheek, something else stretches through him, a heated desire that he can't say with certainty is a cross over from whatever is going on in her head or if the fall of the rain paired with the sight of her in drenched fabric, shaping out her body rather intimately, gives swirl to that inspiration of thought.
he can't ignore her curves when she's this close, even if he tries to draw his eyes away, even if the sight of those tight buds against her dress remind him of when he'd pressed his mouth to them within the tent and sucked tenderly at that soft skin. for the brief moment that he considers drawing his hand back and stepping away from repeating this all over again, it's not enough before she's at his mouth, leaving no window for him to reconsider, his lips instantly responding with a mutual hunger, kiss hard with an eager curl of his tongue as strong palms grasp high at her hips, sloping up her sides, gripping at the soaked fabric of her dress. ]