He can't help that he reacts to the 'Sir', it's built in. He can't help the flash of it across his brain, the hitch in his breath, or the slight reflex tightening of his grip for a second. He's not sure how noticeable it might be, but he's sort of stuck.
She kisses him again and he's drowning in them, drowning too in her words, spilling out of her lips to fall straight into his. So many in such a short time, he hardly has time to breath, no wonder he's gasping all over the place. Or something.
She tugs him by the hand and he follows off the bed, definitely not tripping over bedsheets at all, and he certainly isn't having issues walking. Difficulty or not, right now he'd follow her just about anywhere she wanted to lead him.
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He can't help that he reacts to the 'Sir', it's built in. He can't help the flash of it across his brain, the hitch in his breath, or the slight reflex tightening of his grip for a second. He's not sure how noticeable it might be, but he's sort of stuck.
She kisses him again and he's drowning in them, drowning too in her words, spilling out of her lips to fall straight into his. So many in such a short time, he hardly has time to breath, no wonder he's gasping all over the place. Or something.
She tugs him by the hand and he follows off the bed, definitely not tripping over bedsheets at all, and he certainly isn't having issues walking. Difficulty or not, right now he'd follow her just about anywhere she wanted to lead him.