( right. right. he should do something about that. fuck. right.
will's woefully out of his fucking element here, too used to years and years of pseudo-symbiotic living with the girl he thought was the love of his life, the ease of being with her, of knowing when silly make out sessions on the couch were turning into something more by the way nails suddenly pressed into his shoulder blades, the occasional pull of teeth against lip, the unsubtle needy tug at the hem of his shirt. he knows — knew? — every part of her, every little thing that made her tick.
this is new and admittedly a little terrifying but holy shit does it send a wave of delicious excitement through him. maybe he'll be an idiot about it or maybe he'll suck but with the way things are going, he gets the feeling that kate will be more than happy to give him an earful if that happens.
there's a breath of shaky laughter, eyes diverting downwards for a moment, almost sheepishly. ) Right. ( it's a weird moment of vulnerability for the dude who typically doesn't give a shit, but like — fuck it, right? this is what they're all here for in the end.
hands let go of kate's hips to move to his own, thumbs looping in the waistband of his underwear so he can yank them down, step out of them, quick to loop his hand around kate's wrist so he can tug her back towards the couch with him. )
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will's woefully out of his fucking element here, too used to years and years of pseudo-symbiotic living with the girl he thought was the love of his life, the ease of being with her, of knowing when silly make out sessions on the couch were turning into something more by the way nails suddenly pressed into his shoulder blades, the occasional pull of teeth against lip, the unsubtle needy tug at the hem of his shirt. he knows — knew? — every part of her, every little thing that made her tick.
this is new and admittedly a little terrifying but holy shit does it send a wave of delicious excitement through him. maybe he'll be an idiot about it or maybe he'll suck but with the way things are going, he gets the feeling that kate will be more than happy to give him an earful if that happens.
there's a breath of shaky laughter, eyes diverting downwards for a moment, almost sheepishly. ) Right. ( it's a weird moment of vulnerability for the dude who typically doesn't give a shit, but like — fuck it, right? this is what they're all here for in the end.
hands let go of kate's hips to move to his own, thumbs looping in the waistband of his underwear so he can yank them down, step out of them, quick to loop his hand around kate's wrist so he can tug her back towards the couch with him. )