[ She feels that tenseness in him, catches the sight og him gripping the sheets out of the corner of her eye and no, that won't work. Not here, not now. She reaches out, fingers circling around his wrist as she tugs, light but determined enough that she has him releasing the sheets a moment later. Instead, she brings his hands back until they rest between them, her own fingers twining with his as she holds his gaze. Still not moving, she rests atop him, around him, calm and easy despite the way she wants to move, the heat that flushes across her skin, the need she has for him. There's something else more important she needs at the moment. ]
I've got you, Bruce. You're alright. We have time - I'm not going anywhere. Focus on me.
[ The pulse of her own steady heartbeat and - for the moment - her own even breathing. She's not afraid, perfectly content to continue this with him in perfect trust. ]
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I've got you, Bruce. You're alright. We have time - I'm not going anywhere. Focus on me.
[ The pulse of her own steady heartbeat and - for the moment - her own even breathing. She's not afraid, perfectly content to continue this with him in perfect trust. ]