He can't breathe. His head falls to the pillow, half against her body, and it barely registers when she shifts her body to grab the tissues from the nightstand. Rachel turns partway, rolling to her back to wipe her chest and stomach clean [he would have suggested a shower, or taken care of her, but she handled it before he had a chance], and then rolls back against him [he snuggles against her, fitting his head against hers, but he'll never admit it]. She's the one to finally break the silence, as his heart thunders in his chest and the flush slowly fades from his skin.
His eyes still closed, and his breathing shallow, he brushes slightly-parted lips over her cheekbone. "Mmmmmm, do what?" he murmurs, his voice thick. "Make yourself come? You still got lube on your hand, baby? ...Gimme your hand." His own hand lightly curls around her bottom, stroking the sleek line of her thigh, following the curve of her hip to thread their fingers together between their bodies, and drag their hands to the point where her thighs press together. "Move your leg like before," he breathes the instruction, his lips soft against hers, his eyes opening for the first time. The hazel in them is warm, his gaze tender. "We need room, Rach. I'll get you started and then you can - you can tell me what you want me to do, if you wanna keep going or... do something else."
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Date: 2011-11-18 06:55 am (UTC)His eyes still closed, and his breathing shallow, he brushes slightly-parted lips over her cheekbone. "Mmmmmm, do what?" he murmurs, his voice thick. "Make yourself come? You still got lube on your hand, baby? ...Gimme your hand." His own hand lightly curls around her bottom, stroking the sleek line of her thigh, following the curve of her hip to thread their fingers together between their bodies, and drag their hands to the point where her thighs press together. "Move your leg like before," he breathes the instruction, his lips soft against hers, his eyes opening for the first time. The hazel in them is warm, his gaze tender. "We need room, Rach. I'll get you started and then you can - you can tell me what you want me to do, if you wanna keep going or... do something else."