Loxley wanders his hand up to press over hers, flattening her palm more firmly against where his horn forms into its shape. Not normally something he urges anyone to do, but he'd like, he thinks, Derrica to be perfectly at home in doing so. He thinks there's the danger of being conscientious and uncertain with such things, when it's really just fine.
It's not a gesture that lingers too long, sliding his hand down Derrica's arm. "Right now," Loxley says, but can't quite keep it from being a joke with a laugh hidden in his tone.
Very wishful thinking, on his part.
"Or later," he concedes. He lifts his head, kissing her, as if to get in some of that before they fall back into a pattern with less of it. "Another day."
Right now isn't an unwelcome suggestion, only unachievable. Derrica understands this, laughing softly against his mouth before she lifts and then realigns herself against him with a deep inhale that tapers into a sigh.
"Another day," she agrees. The pressure of her fingers at the base of his horn lifts away as her hands return to his shoulders, slide up along the nape of his neck to toy with the curling locks of hair there. "Do you want me to go?"
A very carefully posed question.
Her habit is to collect herself, leave directly. It has felt more necessary to establish such a boundary, so as not to create expectation where there should not be one.
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It's not a gesture that lingers too long, sliding his hand down Derrica's arm. "Right now," Loxley says, but can't quite keep it from being a joke with a laugh hidden in his tone.
Very wishful thinking, on his part.
"Or later," he concedes. He lifts his head, kissing her, as if to get in some of that before they fall back into a pattern with less of it. "Another day."
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"Another day," she agrees. The pressure of her fingers at the base of his horn lifts away as her hands return to his shoulders, slide up along the nape of his neck to toy with the curling locks of hair there. "Do you want me to go?"
A very carefully posed question.
Her habit is to collect herself, leave directly. It has felt more necessary to establish such a boundary, so as not to create expectation where there should not be one.
But is that necessary with Loxley?