[she does feel safe, which - well, it's not a feeling that's been easy to come by of late. nancy lingers there for just a little longer, then finally leans up to kiss him again, half in apology for the distraction.]
[nancy is, if only because her mother has had an overprotective streak go wild with everything that's been going on recently. she leans in slightly, touching his chest appreciatively, before she sits on the edge of the bed to lean down and peel off her socks.]
[Steve's aching to brush his fingers against her soft skin like he had in the theater. He's eager to appreciate every inch of her body while she cries against his ear in appreciation.
He begins to peel off more layers of clothes until he's standing in only his boxers.]
[she watches him undress even as she peels herself out of her own jeans, kicking them off toward the wall. there's no shyness, just the normal sort of nerves one tends to have, even as she grabs his arm to reel him closer to the bed with her.]
[He doesn't want her to feel nervous, they've done this plenty of times and Steve has never felt more confident. He places his hand along her lower back, admiring her small, naked frame.
Shit, he wants to devour her whole.
Once to her bed he gently eases her onto her back.]
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Safe. ]
I'm here with you too, Nance.
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[her voice is soft, but pressing. she's worried she'll end up getting too emotional if she doesn't part from this embrace soon.]
I thought you were gonna take me to bed.
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[Personally he could kiss her all night if she allowed him to do so.]
Think you can keep it down?
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[but she shoots him an amused look then, before resting her forehead against his shoulder.]
You know I can be quiet.
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[He challenges her look with one of his own. Eyebrow raised in amusement.]
You also get pretty damm vocal.
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Not when my parents are asleep in the house.
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That my warning to not get carried away?
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[but her hand will begin worming back up his sweater.]
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[His hand slides up to gently tug at the bottom of her form fitting sweater.]
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You think my mom was mad before. You'd better try.
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[He gently tugs her sweater up and over her head. Letting it fall to the floor as his eyes admire her flushed skin, the bra that's covering her.]
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Yeah. You won't feel anything after my mom breaks your neck. Shh.
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[He mutters as he tugs his own shirt off and tosses it too. In all honesty he isn't too worried about her mom. His focus is on her and her alone. ]
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He begins to peel off more layers of clothes until he's standing in only his boxers.]
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Shit, he wants to devour her whole.
Once to her bed he gently eases her onto her back.]
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It'll be quiet.
[a little promise from her, reaching for him again.]
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He gives her time to get comfortable before he moves to settle on top of her.]
Spread your legs for me?
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You know I'm just - happy to have you here, right?
[he doesn't have to, is what she's trying to say.]
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Do you not want too?
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I meant you don't have to eat me out if you don't want to. If you were just trying to - sweeten the deal.
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[But he doesn't want her to feel that's all he's after or for her to feel pressured to give in to him.]
But we don't have too.
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