[ They're not so different, struggling with the concept of self-worth. Not worth waiting for, not worth staying for. Not even worth his parents' attention after failing to save his brother. People giving up on him, walking out -- it's what he's come to expect.
That's what makes all this just as scary as it is thrilling. This could be another piece of his heart broken off and given away for ultimately nothing. Another name in the hat for who's going to break Buck's heart next. But he can't help how fast he's falling. How his heart skips and flutters and stops when he sees her, when she smiles at him, when she takes his hand and laces their fingers together.
They always feel like puzzle pieces sliding right into place. When they hold hands, when he rests his head in her lap while they watch trashy reality TV, when they're tangled up together between the sheets.
Maybe it's too soon -- he could teach a master class in moving too fast -- but he thinks he could want this, her, every day for the rest of his life.
Her lips are soft against his jaw, down the side of his neck, and he's glad he took the time to shave so it's not too scratchy for her. One arm loops securely around her waist as the other hand slides from her hip to her ass to support her that way as well. And because she has a nice ass. ]
I just love how prepared you always are. [ His voice is soft, and maybe just a little bit teasing as he moves into the bedroom, nudging the door open fully with his foot. He kneels on the bed, lowering her carefully onto her back. He hovers, one hand against the bed above her shoulder, the other moving gently to her chin to guide her mouth back to his.
It's a slow, soft kiss, sweet and exploratory, like he hasn't kissed her dozens of times before. When he pulls back, it's with a soft intake of breath, head spinning just a little in that pleasant, can't-get-enough way. He looks down at her, the hand on her chin trailing down the center of her chest. It reaches the bottom hem of her shirt and slips underneath it, fingers splaying over her stomach. ]
Can I have my dessert now?
[ He's never liked implied consent very much. Just because they talked about it before doesn't mean it's what she wants to do now, and he wants to be sure of what she wants. ]
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That's what makes all this just as scary as it is thrilling. This could be another piece of his heart broken off and given away for ultimately nothing. Another name in the hat for who's going to break Buck's heart next. But he can't help how fast he's falling. How his heart skips and flutters and stops when he sees her, when she smiles at him, when she takes his hand and laces their fingers together.
They always feel like puzzle pieces sliding right into place. When they hold hands, when he rests his head in her lap while they watch trashy reality TV, when they're tangled up together between the sheets.
Maybe it's too soon -- he could teach a master class in moving too fast -- but he thinks he could want this, her, every day for the rest of his life.
Her lips are soft against his jaw, down the side of his neck, and he's glad he took the time to shave so it's not too scratchy for her. One arm loops securely around her waist as the other hand slides from her hip to her ass to support her that way as well. And because she has a nice ass. ]
I just love how prepared you always are. [ His voice is soft, and maybe just a little bit teasing as he moves into the bedroom, nudging the door open fully with his foot. He kneels on the bed, lowering her carefully onto her back. He hovers, one hand against the bed above her shoulder, the other moving gently to her chin to guide her mouth back to his.
It's a slow, soft kiss, sweet and exploratory, like he hasn't kissed her dozens of times before. When he pulls back, it's with a soft intake of breath, head spinning just a little in that pleasant, can't-get-enough way. He looks down at her, the hand on her chin trailing down the center of her chest. It reaches the bottom hem of her shirt and slips underneath it, fingers splaying over her stomach. ]
Can I have my dessert now?
[ He's never liked implied consent very much. Just because they talked about it before doesn't mean it's what she wants to do now, and he wants to be sure of what she wants. ]