[ and now he can no longer contain that affection. the physical desire, sure, that's strong as ever, but the hollow pit of his chest that feels full when she's there? there's no hiding that anymore, no matter how he tries or attempts to convince himself.

once he realizes what she's trying to do ( it does take an embarrassingly long moment ), he shifts to help, to create some space without sacrificing space. ]

do you-- [ breathless and heavy, and he's trying to draw the clothes off her shoulder, the rest of the words getting lost. there's a bed, a couch; fucking against the wall doesn't exactly scream romance, but he doesn't care unless she does. ]