[Gabriel paused his cursory evaluation of her naval with the sort of pathetic look one finds on small dogs that have been smacked without knowing why. He straightened up slightly, moving to enclose a wrist in his hand (the other one was still embedded in his shoulder and he made no move to remove it or even seemed to notice it), not so much pinning as looking like he'd be in the process of helping her up if she asked for it.]
Probably not. Has that stopped you before?
[A younger, more rambunctious, man might make her an offer she couldn't refuse. What Gabriel did was simply lay himself on top of her with the sort of religious care of someone kneeling towards Mecca. He was still in his jeans- the final line hadn't been crossed yet and while he'd have to borrow her shower for the longest ice water bath in history, there was still a chance to say no and he'd let her, because he wasn't that sort of a man- oh he wanted it. He wanted it like he hadn't wanted anything, something possessive, and primal, and completely and utterly complicated. But he also didn't want her to leave him cold, throw him out, and forget him, because of one bad move. Too much of his life was based on those stupid mistakes. He wanted this to be the one thing comfortable in a world that was anything but and to have that, he might have to make a sacrifice.
He tilted his head to the side and then leaned down and kissed her once more, the gesture chaste- at least chaste by comparison of everything he'd been doing- and then buried his face in her neck. She wanted it and he knew it well enough, but if she said stop, then... Well, as the lady wishes. And fuck what they both were clearly gagging for.] Just say the word.
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Date: 2011-02-25 08:00 am (UTC)Probably not. Has that stopped you before?
[A younger, more rambunctious, man might make her an offer she couldn't refuse. What Gabriel did was simply lay himself on top of her with the sort of religious care of someone kneeling towards Mecca. He was still in his jeans- the final line hadn't been crossed yet and while he'd have to borrow her shower for the longest ice water bath in history, there was still a chance to say no and he'd let her, because he wasn't that sort of a man- oh he wanted it. He wanted it like he hadn't wanted anything, something possessive, and primal, and completely and utterly complicated. But he also didn't want her to leave him cold, throw him out, and forget him, because of one bad move. Too much of his life was based on those stupid mistakes. He wanted this to be the one thing comfortable in a world that was anything but and to have that, he might have to make a sacrifice.
He tilted his head to the side and then leaned down and kissed her once more, the gesture chaste- at least chaste by comparison of everything he'd been doing- and then buried his face in her neck. She wanted it and he knew it well enough, but if she said stop, then... Well, as the lady wishes. And fuck what they both were clearly gagging for.] Just say the word.