[ There's something heady in that. He already knew she loved him. Loves him. But to have her say that she's ready for this, that she wants this not because of out of the desire she carries within her chest, because they'd got their blood running hot by tossing each other around, because they'd wound up tangled together anyway, but because she wants him --
He lets his face fall forward, pressing his forehead to her chest for a moment with a quiet, telling hitch of his breath. She's pressed to him too closely not to feel what that does to him, even underneath layers of clothes. ] You're going to be the end of me.
[ He disentangles himself from her a moment after, because if she's shucking off her pants, it's well past time for him to peel off his own shirt. His skin is pebbled already, even though they've done little more than grope and neck, but at least they're in the same boat. Once he tosses his shirt carelessly aside, he grabs onto her waistband as it slides down Andy's thighs, helping her pull them the rest of the way down. ]
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He lets his face fall forward, pressing his forehead to her chest for a moment with a quiet, telling hitch of his breath. She's pressed to him too closely not to feel what that does to him, even underneath layers of clothes. ] You're going to be the end of me.
[ He disentangles himself from her a moment after, because if she's shucking off her pants, it's well past time for him to peel off his own shirt. His skin is pebbled already, even though they've done little more than grope and neck, but at least they're in the same boat. Once he tosses his shirt carelessly aside, he grabs onto her waistband as it slides down Andy's thighs, helping her pull them the rest of the way down. ]