[ If he still had the presence of mind, he'd try and take his shirt off. Offer her the expanse of skin he's made of, better than he is right now, hiding so much away. If he could, if he believed now is the right moment, he would undress her, piece by piece, reveal her to his eyes and feast on it for days, burn the memory behind his eyelids.
But now is not the time, not when their privacy is such a flimsy thing. For all he knows, an intoxicated couple could walk through the entrance of the tent right now, thinking it empty, disrupting them, and he can't - he can't bear the thought. No, maybe, one day, they will - get to see each other fully, get to show themselves and share these intimate moments, but not now.
Not that this isn't intimate, because it is. Baby can hardly breathe, looking at Isabelle, feeling her move against him as he moves against her, and he shakes his head, pressing his forehead to hers. ] Not stopping. No way.
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But now is not the time, not when their privacy is such a flimsy thing. For all he knows, an intoxicated couple could walk through the entrance of the tent right now, thinking it empty, disrupting them, and he can't - he can't bear the thought. No, maybe, one day, they will - get to see each other fully, get to show themselves and share these intimate moments, but not now.
Not that this isn't intimate, because it is. Baby can hardly breathe, looking at Isabelle, feeling her move against him as he moves against her, and he shakes his head, pressing his forehead to hers. ] Not stopping. No way.