[He could feel himself caving to exhaustion: the amount of walking he'd done with his injured frame, combined with the events of the last couple of hours, had left him completely worn; it was difficult to open his eyes and keep them that way for long.
He glanced at her beside him before closing them again. It was evident she was cold- he was as well, his shirt having been abandoned on the floor. He slipped his arm around her, pulling her to him, her bare skin against his warming him instantly.
He couldn't have her, shouldn't have her... but with what little control he still had, he was determined to satisfy that itch in some way. Just having her beside him would have to be enough.
And as strange at it seemed to him, he found it was. It was a physical desire, he told himself. Nothing more. Perhaps he didn't want her as badly as he'd thought in the heat of the moment- that, or she satisfied something else in him just by being there. She calmed his nerves, her frame familiar, even if unclothed this time. It wasn't a major change in their routine, but it was enough to make him flush again.
He pulled her to him tighter, drowsiness in his voice.]
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[He could feel himself caving to exhaustion: the amount of walking he'd done with his injured frame, combined with the events of the last couple of hours, had left him completely worn; it was difficult to open his eyes and keep them that way for long.
He glanced at her beside him before closing them again. It was evident she was cold- he was as well, his shirt having been abandoned on the floor. He slipped his arm around her, pulling her to him, her bare skin against his warming him instantly.
He couldn't have her, shouldn't have her... but with what little control he still had, he was determined to satisfy that itch in some way. Just having her beside him would have to be enough.
And as strange at it seemed to him, he found it was. It was a physical desire, he told himself. Nothing more. Perhaps he didn't want her as badly as he'd thought in the heat of the moment- that, or she satisfied something else in him just by being there. She calmed his nerves, her frame familiar, even if unclothed this time. It wasn't a major change in their routine, but it was enough to make him flush again.
He pulled her to him tighter, drowsiness in his voice.]
I'm just glad you don't have a moustache.