[ There's urgency on his end too, but it has nothing to do with feeling like he has to go. He doesn't have to, and he remembers that, he can almost feel it in his bones. Betty's presence is like an anchor keeping him there, and there's nothing else, no reason to leave, no place to go to, nothing to run away from. It's terrifying but freeing in a way.
He's safe here, in her house, in her arms. The only reason he rushes is because he's missed her so much, and now that she's closed that distance between them, literal and otherwise, taking things slow seems almost impossible to him.
His lips part thoughtlessly when he feels her tongue, instantly willing and eager to deepen the kiss, his own tongue darting out to taste her lips, trace the edge of her teeth. The sound he lets out is near an urgent hum when he dips into her mouth, arms curling tighter around her, as if he's physically incapable of letting go right now. ]
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He's safe here, in her house, in her arms. The only reason he rushes is because he's missed her so much, and now that she's closed that distance between them, literal and otherwise, taking things slow seems almost impossible to him.
His lips part thoughtlessly when he feels her tongue, instantly willing and eager to deepen the kiss, his own tongue darting out to taste her lips, trace the edge of her teeth. The sound he lets out is near an urgent hum when he dips into her mouth, arms curling tighter around her, as if he's physically incapable of letting go right now. ]