[A part of him does hold some doubt. That she might run off and find comfort in another stranger's arms, too afraid to be in his own. So less of a "trust" issue and more that they are still not so clearly defined, and in some ways he doesn't have that full right just yet. At the same time, he does believe her, or at the very least believe that she would want to keep her word.
That she's as serious about it as he is.
...Even so, the very idea still bothers him, and he still doesn't quite feel as if he has her securely fastened to him. That she could still fly off and leave him behind.
More to the point, although things had cooled that desire for her had never wavered or diminished. And it's always so quick and easy to reignite, to push him in ways he normally wouldn't.
Especially when he can feel and sense that she is the exact same way, also feeling unfulfilled and on the cusp of wanting more. So the distance between them closes, his voice lowering as his eyes never breaks from hers.]
You did.
[He should just stay behind his side of the line—]
But we never finished.
[—but he was always terrible about keeping to his side when he wanted something.
And feelings be damned, he tightens his hold on her hand, a small tug that would have been stronger were they not sitting on the edge of a roof before he swiftly moves in to roughly kiss her on the lips. Words and actions to reaffirm his deeper wants and intentions.]
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That she's as serious about it as he is.
...Even so, the very idea still bothers him, and he still doesn't quite feel as if he has her securely fastened to him. That she could still fly off and leave him behind.
More to the point, although things had cooled that desire for her had never wavered or diminished. And it's always so quick and easy to reignite, to push him in ways he normally wouldn't.
Especially when he can feel and sense that she is the exact same way, also feeling unfulfilled and on the cusp of wanting more. So the distance between them closes, his voice lowering as his eyes never breaks from hers.]
You did.
[He should just stay behind his side of the line—]
But we never finished.
[—but he was always terrible about keeping to his side when he wanted something.
And feelings be damned, he tightens his hold on her hand, a small tug that would have been stronger were they not sitting on the edge of a roof before he swiftly moves in to roughly kiss her on the lips. Words and actions to reaffirm his deeper wants and intentions.]