[Um, they should totally tape themselves tonight. He's just saying.]
"Hey, watch the ego," he teases lightly, shivering as her fingertips run over his muscular arms, the hairs on them standing as goosebumps prickle over his skin. "Fuck, baby. I wouldn't wanna have anybody else here with you, you know?" He wants to be the guy here for her, the guy who encourages her to pursue her own dreams while simultaneously pursuing his own. He doesn't hold her back or insist that his dreams are more important, because they've found a way to balance their lives so that they can both take the good things that New York has to offer.
His thumbs rub gently against the soft skin of her lower back as he brushes his lips over her forehead. "Mmm?" he questions wordlessly. "What do you want to do tonight? Anything special or, you know, stuff we usually do? Not that that's bad or anything." he adds quickly, emphasizing his words with another kiss. He loves their sex, loves seeing her naked and worshiping her body and watching her do the same for him, and he is not going to complain about that, but it's also typically what they do. [He's heard good things about the predictability of comfort sex. Just like macaroni and cheese or his mom's brisket, it's familiar and expected and there really isn't anything he can say about it except that, sometimes, he likes a steak dinner or sushi. Not all the time, but on special occasions. But - really - as long as he eats his fill, he is not going to complain.]
"I love you, babe," he murmurs again. "So fucking proud of you. I knew you could do it." He always had.
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"Hey, watch the ego," he teases lightly, shivering as her fingertips run over his muscular arms, the hairs on them standing as goosebumps prickle over his skin. "Fuck, baby. I wouldn't wanna have anybody else here with you, you know?" He wants to be the guy here for her, the guy who encourages her to pursue her own dreams while simultaneously pursuing his own. He doesn't hold her back or insist that his dreams are more important, because they've found a way to balance their lives so that they can both take the good things that New York has to offer.
His thumbs rub gently against the soft skin of her lower back as he brushes his lips over her forehead. "Mmm?" he questions wordlessly. "What do you want to do tonight? Anything special or, you know, stuff we usually do? Not that that's bad or anything." he adds quickly, emphasizing his words with another kiss. He loves their sex, loves seeing her naked and worshiping her body and watching her do the same for him, and he is not going to complain about that, but it's also typically what they do. [He's heard good things about the predictability of comfort sex. Just like macaroni and cheese or his mom's brisket, it's familiar and expected and there really isn't anything he can say about it except that, sometimes, he likes a steak dinner or sushi. Not all the time, but on special occasions. But - really - as long as he eats his fill, he is not going to complain.]
"I love you, babe," he murmurs again. "So fucking proud of you. I knew you could do it." He always had.