[ He watches her before and after; during it's a little blurrier, kept close, peripheral full of red hair and the overcast sunlight coming in through windows and his own eyelashes. That Tony doesn't say much could be characteristic or not, she can't know right this minute.
Watching her, mainly. The vulnerability innate in release, coupled with where his skin still tingles from the grip to his arm, where her fingers rest against knuckles. He holds his hand in place until she's still, and quiet again -- that last noise outta her raking over his own nerves -- and then slowly easing back.
Full of want, putting that out there like core heat. Still-- ]
You good? [ --sounds straight, until a quiet laugh chases compulsively after it. It's nowhere in the neighbourhood of mocking. Pleased, low key giddy. Moving his body until she is between him and countertop, a hand resting at the edge. ]
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Watching her, mainly. The vulnerability innate in release, coupled with where his skin still tingles from the grip to his arm, where her fingers rest against knuckles. He holds his hand in place until she's still, and quiet again -- that last noise outta her raking over his own nerves -- and then slowly easing back.
Full of want, putting that out there like core heat. Still-- ]
You good? [ --sounds straight, until a quiet laugh chases compulsively after it. It's nowhere in the neighbourhood of mocking. Pleased, low key giddy. Moving his body until she is between him and countertop, a hand resting at the edge. ]