( that little please, emphasized over a rush of hot air, tugs at something in her chest, flicks her eyes back up to his to catch the intensity of his gaze as he peers down at her. she knows that look. that wanting, desire that you're pushing down, a struggle to balance what's the right thing and what you want.
if baby were anybody else, she'd tip the board in favor of what felt good. immediate gratification wasn't something she was particular used to ignoring. but she's trying to make this work without rushing things. to enjoy the sweetness as it builds towards something else.
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if baby were anybody else, she'd tip the board in favor of what felt good. immediate gratification wasn't something she was particular used to ignoring. but she's trying to make this work without rushing things. to enjoy the sweetness as it builds towards something else.
they're not there yet, even if she wants to be. )
I'd really like that.