[ He truly is sandwiched... and he swallows thickly before glancing at her from over his shoulder. Dammit. Even he looks a little troubled. He can feel his heart racing and blood rushing to parts of him that shouldn't need a surge of it now. Vietnam is small but dangerous, Samatoki concludes. Probably more dangerous than he can be... and he kind of wants to find out just what her limit might be. ]
You don't know what you're saying.
[ But, god. Please let him touch you, Vietnam. His body is aching for physical contact right now. He turns to fully face her now, their height difference more apparent by the pointy white ears on his head. The low grumble that comes from his throat is so obvious with their closed proximity. He could easily breathe her in, and the fact that his shaking hands have his nails digging into his palm just so he doesn't is a testament to just how badly he doesn't want to hurt her, to taint her, but he does want to dig his nails in her skin, taste her sweat, pull her hair... ]
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You don't know what you're saying.
[ But, god. Please let him touch you, Vietnam. His body is aching for physical contact right now. He turns to fully face her now, their height difference more apparent by the pointy white ears on his head. The low grumble that comes from his throat is so obvious with their closed proximity. He could easily breathe her in, and the fact that his shaking hands have his nails digging into his palm just so he doesn't is a testament to just how badly he doesn't want to hurt her, to taint her, but he does want to dig his nails in her skin, taste her sweat, pull her hair... ]
But if you say it again, that means you know.