[ It's definitely more than Bruce thought they were going to get up to in this classroom, and it probably shows in the surprise that each of his gasps carries, how his hands tense and curl tighter into her back. But he doesn't point it out, he doesn't complain, not when her hands feel so wonderful on him, when her voice lilts warmly against his skin.
His eyes flutter closed, his head tips, his ear closer to her lips. The awareness of their situation dawns on him with a wave of excitement, of dread, worry, all of it mixed together and washing over him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. ]
Then, we— [ He croaks out, and pauses to clear his throat. His voice drops lower too, as if he's worried someone outside might hear them. ] We should... lock the door.
[ He doesn't reach for it, though. Just words, but he has a feeling she kind of likes how risky this all is. He'd be lying if he said it's not exciting to him too, arousing even. ]
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His eyes flutter closed, his head tips, his ear closer to her lips. The awareness of their situation dawns on him with a wave of excitement, of dread, worry, all of it mixed together and washing over him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. ]
Then, we— [ He croaks out, and pauses to clear his throat. His voice drops lower too, as if he's worried someone outside might hear them. ] We should... lock the door.
[ He doesn't reach for it, though. Just words, but he has a feeling she kind of likes how risky this all is. He'd be lying if he said it's not exciting to him too, arousing even. ]