[ There's a whirlwind of movement - or at least that's how it feels to Luke. A bit of fumbling as he shrugs the jacket off and then he settles down against the bed, scooting back to give her space to join him, all while he still tries to plant as many kisses against her as he can. There's something deeply intoxicating about the way she speaks to him. The want and need that mirrors his own, the deep attraction, the emotional resonance. His hands are roaming - albeit with a hint of shyness, almost as if he's not sure whether he's allowed to touch anywhere that isn't her shoulder or her waist or her face.
That doubt is very quickly being shattered by the way she's kissing at his throat and his face and her hands tug at his shirt, but it's still there. ]
I - I know. I was-
[ Scared. There had been fear, but he'd mastered it. ]
Worried. Too.
[ The words are halting, breathless and his hand slides from her waist toward her chest, pausing for half a moment. ]
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That doubt is very quickly being shattered by the way she's kissing at his throat and his face and her hands tug at his shirt, but it's still there. ]
I - I know. I was-
[ Scared. There had been fear, but he'd mastered it. ]
Worried. Too.
[ The words are halting, breathless and his hand slides from her waist toward her chest, pausing for half a moment. ]
Can I-?