( maybe if the two of them heeded that advice more often β don't overthink it β they'd be much better off, but it's not exactly par for either of their personalities. there's always a flurry of thoughts that follows her, worries glooming overhead. she hadn't always been that way. she likes to think he's made her a little lighter, over time. irregardless, it isn't missed to her that this wasn't something she needed to fret over.
it was something simple. intimate, just for the two of them. they didn't get those evenings very often, and so with a huff of a breath she lets her tension dissolve, lingering a little in the entryway to her closet with a blooming smirk. )
why do i get the feeling you want me to push it just so you have the excuse? ( she can make a half hour work, laying the dress at the foot of her bed and thumbing off one last message before she's peeling layers offβ )
i'll be ready. ( purposefully vague β to speed or not to speed, she'll let him decide. )
[ he speeds. of course he speeds, because though time has forced a certain realism into him, the adrenaline rush is never something he can turn down. His vehicle of choice for the night is a sleek maserati that doesn't allow him to weave through the heavy downtown traffic, so he peels through the side streets, weaves through the shoulders until he pulls to a stop in front of her apartment in twenty-eight minutes. it's not a record, but considering he left a little late too, he thinks it's pretty good. considering he's done everything he can think of to make sure they can have this, he thinks it's safe to feel this way. a sigh tempers the smile on his face as he shoots her a text, feeling the quiet purr of the engine temper to a stop. ]
Ready when you are.
[ the adrenaline helps calm the flutter he feels in the pit of his stomach, the same one that surfaces whenever his thoughts land on her. they're held together by a thin string, one that's been stretched, that's frayed, that they've seen snap and have knotted back together. he remembers their discussion about fear, too, and how he told her he's no longer scared of fear, no longer runs from it, but they both know how he is when it comes to her, how terrified he is at the thought of losing her.
the adrenaline helps keep that at bay, and so does the brewing excitement of having this night to themselves. just the two of them. ]
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it was something simple. intimate, just for the two of them. they didn't get those evenings very often, and so with a huff of a breath she lets her tension dissolve, lingering a little in the entryway to her closet with a blooming smirk. )
why do i get the feeling you want me to push it just so you have the excuse? ( she can make a half hour work, laying the dress at the foot of her bed and thumbing off one last message before she's peeling layers offβ )
i'll be ready. ( purposefully vague β to speed or not to speed, she'll let him decide. )
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Ready when you are.
[ the adrenaline helps calm the flutter he feels in the pit of his stomach, the same one that surfaces whenever his thoughts land on her. they're held together by a thin string, one that's been stretched, that's frayed, that they've seen snap and have knotted back together. he remembers their discussion about fear, too, and how he told her he's no longer scared of fear, no longer runs from it, but they both know how he is when it comes to her, how terrified he is at the thought of losing her.
the adrenaline helps keep that at bay, and so does the brewing excitement of having this night to themselves. just the two of them. ]