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[he opens his eyes, as she moves, starts to pull away, thinking maybe she's changed her mind, that this is all too much, too fast, despite how slow his nerves are making him go. when he realizes what she's doing, however, that she's not trying to escape, and relaxes again, huffing out a breath, a little embarrassed by his over-thinking things, and closes his eyes against water and soap as he reattaches his mouth to her skin]

[this continues, tongue lightly playing at her, until she moves her hand to his shoulders. then he has to pause again, an undignified but approving noise slipping out of him, his other hand coming up, to wrap around her waist, to pull her closer]