"Shit, Rach," he murmurs, his pupils dilated and voice low. His hand never drops away; his other hand slides over, pushing the waistband of her pajamas down slightly to cup a bare hipbone. "Baby, I -" He can't complete the rest of the sentence, swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat. This is the most contact they've had in days. It's bullshit, really. They're married. They're trying to conceive. They should be fucking like bunnies.
"I'll sleep," he offers. "I need the sleep. I just don't wanna do it here while you're there." It doesn't bother him that she'll be busy, rehearsing or performing; he can find things to do.
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:11 am (UTC)"I'll sleep," he offers. "I need the sleep. I just don't wanna do it here while you're there." It doesn't bother him that she'll be busy, rehearsing or performing; he can find things to do.