He wipes his hands on the flat sheet on his side of the bed, thank-you-very-much; Rachel won't touch it, but he has no energy to get out of bed, and he doesn't want to touch her with sticky slick fingers. "Really," he murmurs, callused fingers sliding around the curve of her breast and feeling the heft of it against his cupped palm. "You don't get that? Babe, you know I wanna be here with you, right? If sex was all I wanted, I could get it from anybody. I want to be with you." It's not just the sex. It's definitely not just the sex. As to whether he's ready to admit that to himself or to her, he isn't certain. He's here with her now, not with anyone else. He has no desire to be with anyone else, to kick her out or leave her here or to be anywhere other than wrapped up with her, in his bed, as the sunlight trickles through his curtains and they ignore everything - NYADA, school, Beth, everything.
His arms wrap even tighter around her and he buries his face against the curve of her neck, nuzzling closer to her as he brushes his palm over her hip. "Sweet. You taste so fucking good. M'gonna be hungry when we wake up."
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Date: 2011-12-01 05:02 pm (UTC)His arms wrap even tighter around her and he buries his face against the curve of her neck, nuzzling closer to her as he brushes his palm over her hip. "Sweet. You taste so fucking good. M'gonna be hungry when we wake up."