[ She can feel it in him, that growing tension and fear, and she doesn't slow her pace above him, controlling the rhythm once more, bringing him along with her. She does, however, reach down and cup her hands against his face, bending to brush her lips against his as she moves above him, hips rocking to change the angle, take him deeper still. ]
Look at me, Bruce. Just focus on me. We're alright. You're alright. [ She murmurs the words against his lips, her gaze holding his, steady and even and warm. ]
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Look at me, Bruce. Just focus on me. We're alright. You're alright. [ She murmurs the words against his lips, her gaze holding his, steady and even and warm. ]