[He needs to stop. He complains about her toying with his feelings, but perhaps he's unwittingly doing the same whenever he acts like this. But hasn't he already made his intentions clear? Hasn't he already told her countless times where he stands, what he wants?
Demands?
How many times has he reached out to her, grabbed her, pulled her—
Yet even now she questions.
Yet even now she doubts.
And really, he can't exactly blame her given the distrust and uncertainty they've harbored towards each other for so long. How broken they once were. Add on her own insecurities and fears, it's no wonder she's always left wondering if she can really believe in him. Trust in what he says. And, in fairness, the way he's acting now is rather sudden and not like him.
Still, his only response is a sharp bite to a spot higher up her neck, closer to her jawline, his arm around her waist tightening as the other slides up first over her hand to along her arm, forearm brushing over her chest.]
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Demands?
How many times has he reached out to her, grabbed her, pulled her—
Yet even now she questions.
Yet even now she doubts.
And really, he can't exactly blame her given the distrust and uncertainty they've harbored towards each other for so long. How broken they once were. Add on her own insecurities and fears, it's no wonder she's always left wondering if she can really believe in him. Trust in what he says. And, in fairness, the way he's acting now is rather sudden and not like him.
Still, his only response is a sharp bite to a spot higher up her neck, closer to her jawline, his arm around her waist tightening as the other slides up first over her hand to along her arm, forearm brushing over her chest.]