Skellig is a very vocal advocate for taking advantage of pleasure when the opportunity presents itself, and this is one of those moments. She is absolutely allowed to look (and feel!) smug, in this instance.
He presses his lips to her forehead, settling comfortably back in the chair. Her heartbeat runs through him, via his feet resting on the dirt floor below them, her hand and fingers intertwined with his (once he is finished, he moves them to rest against his thigh), her chest pressed against his own.
Once he can think clearly enough to breathe and attempt to form a thought, he exhales.
"Pretty sure that was more than what I gave you," he admits. "But I will make it up to you, in a bit."
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Date: 2024-03-23 09:03 pm (UTC)He presses his lips to her forehead, settling comfortably back in the chair. Her heartbeat runs through him, via his feet resting on the dirt floor below them, her hand and fingers intertwined with his (once he is finished, he moves them to rest against his thigh), her chest pressed against his own.
Once he can think clearly enough to breathe and attempt to form a thought, he exhales.
"Pretty sure that was more than what I gave you," he admits. "But I will make it up to you, in a bit."