[She doesn't know the half of his story and he's only let on bits and pieces. Suffice to say, it's not going to look anything like what it looks like in True Blood. There's going to be at least one awkwardly-placed elbow and something getting too close to his balls for comfort and ow - no, haha, don't worry, it's fine - before they settle down in a somewhat comfortable arrangement on the couch. He barely manages to fit without hanging an arm or leg off the edge.]
Yeah. [He's more than okay with it. Nipping gently at her lips, he flashes her a small smile before he attempts a deeper, slower kiss, one hand curling into her top while the metal arm stays steady on the couch, keeping most of his weight off of her.]
I like you. [His voice drops to a low growl in between gentler kisses that start migrating to the side of her neck. It's easier to admit now that he's on top of her, that she seems open to the topic.] I like you a lot. [And how he doesn't have to hide a lot of the things he keeps hidden from other people. She makes him feel at home in all the ways that can be interpreted.]
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Yeah. [He's more than okay with it. Nipping gently at her lips, he flashes her a small smile before he attempts a deeper, slower kiss, one hand curling into her top while the metal arm stays steady on the couch, keeping most of his weight off of her.]
I like you. [His voice drops to a low growl in between gentler kisses that start migrating to the side of her neck. It's easier to admit now that he's on top of her, that she seems open to the topic.] I like you a lot. [And how he doesn't have to hide a lot of the things he keeps hidden from other people. She makes him feel at home in all the ways that can be interpreted.]