[Evelyn barely allows him the time to finish his sentence before she interrupts with a hasty-]
Good.
[-as he hand skips back up to his cheek, scratchy and warm. There is a discernible fear in Joel's eyes - that he might have done something else, maybe, and that fear is warranted - but she would never be so cruel as to dangle the carrot before presenting one with the stick. The draw to him is too strong now, and she is too insatiable, so much so that Evelyn practically speaks against his mouth, harried and in a rush.]
I know you want to protect me. [A blessing she can give him, if he so desires.] I want that too, but I want you first. Just you.
[ Apparently he hadn't ruined everything after all. Miraculously. He still doesn't understand his luck, even less so now than he had when her Mirror had approached him and he'd decided to take what he was being offered without unnecessary question, but as he had then, he decides the wisest course is to take it.
And hope it doesn't come back to bite him in the ass this time.
He sighs into her mouth, sliding a hand into her hair again, kissing her gently, then leaning his forehead forward to rest against hers. His voice is a low rumble, an implicit promise. ]
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Good.
[-as he hand skips back up to his cheek, scratchy and warm. There is a discernible fear in Joel's eyes - that he might have done something else, maybe, and that fear is warranted - but she would never be so cruel as to dangle the carrot before presenting one with the stick. The draw to him is too strong now, and she is too insatiable, so much so that Evelyn practically speaks against his mouth, harried and in a rush.]
I know you want to protect me. [A blessing she can give him, if he so desires.] I want that too, but I want you first. Just you.
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And hope it doesn't come back to bite him in the ass this time.
He sighs into her mouth, sliding a hand into her hair again, kissing her gently, then leaning his forehead forward to rest against hers. His voice is a low rumble, an implicit promise. ]
Tell me what you want, an' I'll give it.