[He doesn't quite make the connection with how her hands move to his back at first, even if something about it seems familiar. Partly because she's distracting him perfectly, confusing as this still is.
Only when she pulls back enough is he able to look down at her, and while his lips still chase hers, he's still left wondering.]
Seems you can't.
[It could have been just taken as another one of his frustrating teasing, but the grip of his hands at her waist tighten. He's all for her coming to him, but it just feels a little odd given the unusual lead up.]
I knew I was frustrating you, but...
[And then a forceful pull of her against him, a brow arched.]
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Only when she pulls back enough is he able to look down at her, and while his lips still chase hers, he's still left wondering.]
Seems you can't.
[It could have been just taken as another one of his frustrating teasing, but the grip of his hands at her waist tighten. He's all for her coming to him, but it just feels a little odd given the unusual lead up.]
I knew I was frustrating you, but...
[And then a forceful pull of her against him, a brow arched.]
Didn't think it was like this.
[Quite the opposite.]