[The thought had crossed Sniper's mind that he couldn't possibly be any more embarrassed than he already was, as the situation discomforted him on nearly every level: he was explaining his romantic history (or lack thereof) to the woman he fancied, who he had unintentionally told about his attraction to her only a few days before. Attachment was not merely something he'd sworn off because it got in the way of his job and clouded his mind; the thought of losing those he cared for frightened him, rattled his core. Years of shoving it all aside had left him inexperienced in nearly all matters of the heart, both emotional and physical.
He clawed at his face again as he put together what she was saying, a flame lit under his skin. The knot in his throat made it hard to breathe; he pushed it down regardless, trying to find a proper answer. It was becoming harder as the seconds ticked by, his mind and body recalling the feeling of her against him.]
Yes, well... That might be, um. Mm.
[He pressed his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes as he pushed his fingers under his glasses. He could feel the heat radiating off him as he considered her offer, feeling even more perverted for doing so. It wasn't as easy as convincing himself of her words, somehow- that there was no one there to me critical of them, and that it was okay if they both enjoyed it. The latter may have been true, but he knew better about the former; he never wanted the others to know.]
Maybe we should go somewhere more private, pumpkin. Take it a bit slow.
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He clawed at his face again as he put together what she was saying, a flame lit under his skin. The knot in his throat made it hard to breathe; he pushed it down regardless, trying to find a proper answer. It was becoming harder as the seconds ticked by, his mind and body recalling the feeling of her against him.]
Yes, well... That might be, um. Mm.
[He pressed his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes as he pushed his fingers under his glasses. He could feel the heat radiating off him as he considered her offer, feeling even more perverted for doing so. It wasn't as easy as convincing himself of her words, somehow- that there was no one there to me critical of them, and that it was okay if they both enjoyed it. The latter may have been true, but he knew better about the former; he never wanted the others to know.]
Maybe we should go somewhere more private, pumpkin. Take it a bit slow.