( she can see the storm of his thoughts before he even attempts to form them upon his tongue, and already she wants to quiet him—at least, wants to hush the worries that far too often plagued a mind she's gotten to know as something incredibly intimate, intricate and different than any she's ever known. dark brows furrow inward as he struggles, turning to face him once her calves hit the edge of the mattress.

that bed, what the privacy of that room suggested, it wasn't anything she needed- not if he wasn't ready, not if there was even a remote, tucked down part of him that wasn't sure. she isn't sure which... facet of all of this he's referring to, whether he's not boldly familiar with how to touch another woman's body, or merely how to care for her at all. all she knows is that what he's been doing, what they've been doing, has been perfect. ) Hey...

( she's shaking her head, because she wants to dismiss those concerns from growing, from forming in the first place. laced fingers remain in tact, twin palm smoothing along his chest as she meets his gaze with nothing but unwavering sincerity. ) Everything you are, everything you've given me is what I want. You have nothing to prove.

( voice drops to a murmur, softer, thumbing over his collar before that palm caresses up to the column of his neck, cupping it delicately. ) Not to me, not to anyone. I've never- ... been so sure. So happy, Baby, I'm...

( a breath, an almost saddened smile touching her lips, only because she wants him to experience this exactly as she is. with no regrets, no holding back, on equal grounds. ) I'm happy.