[ Rex finds that he doesn't have words to tell her. He's always been bad at that sort of thing. Finding the words. He doesn't know how to tell her how much this is taking his breath away, leaving him dumb and speechless, how the hammering in his chest is unlike anything else, how privileged he feels to be here with her in this moment. This is the sort of woman people would fight wars for, if she wasn't leading the charge herself. He just exhales, staring at her, hoping that his expression and the tremor of his exhalation conveys what his tongue cannot.
He raises his hips one more time, slipping off his pants and underclothes in one go. ]
I've never... [ He knows some. But not her body. Or any body like hers. ] Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make this good for you. I want to make this good for you.
[ It hadn't been as such with his first attempt, fumbling away as an experiment that he hadn't known was going to turn into something different. This? This is fraught with feeling, with expectation. It feels important. ]
no subject
He raises his hips one more time, slipping off his pants and underclothes in one go. ]
I've never... [ He knows some. But not her body. Or any body like hers. ] Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make this good for you. I want to make this good for you.
[ It hadn't been as such with his first attempt, fumbling away as an experiment that he hadn't known was going to turn into something different. This? This is fraught with feeling, with expectation. It feels important. ]