[ He couldn't let go of her if he tried to, and even if he could, he wouldn't want to, wouldn't relinquish this hold he has on her, not unless she asked him to. And she's not asking, thankfully. If anything she's making it plenty clear that she has no intention of putting any distance between them anytime soon, and that's the sweetest and greatest source of relief to him right now.
That he has to hold back in a sense, that he has to be careful, that he knows very well. But he doesn't have to hold back when it comes to showing how much he loves her, how much he's missed her, how much he wants her.
She's always been the one to set the pace more often than not. There's amusement and a trace of nostalgia when he sees that that hasn't changed at all, and he hasn't changed in the sense that he's all too glad to let her take the lead either.
So, he lets her, and she can. His eyes stay closed and he offers small little sounds, few and far in-between and lost into the kiss, his tongue passively seeking out hers while a hand moves up her back, fingers sifting through her short hair and cupping the back of her neck. ]
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That he has to hold back in a sense, that he has to be careful, that he knows very well. But he doesn't have to hold back when it comes to showing how much he loves her, how much he's missed her, how much he wants her.
She's always been the one to set the pace more often than not. There's amusement and a trace of nostalgia when he sees that that hasn't changed at all, and he hasn't changed in the sense that he's all too glad to let her take the lead either.
So, he lets her, and she can. His eyes stay closed and he offers small little sounds, few and far in-between and lost into the kiss, his tongue passively seeking out hers while a hand moves up her back, fingers sifting through her short hair and cupping the back of her neck. ]