[ Sinclair swallows, those words easing a strange little knot he didn't know that existed in his chest. It's not that he was worried or anxious. Well, maybe a little. He knows Oria's feelings and doesn't doubt them. But feelings aren't always logical. And fills him with wonder each time Oria keeps choosing Sinclair.
His hands settle along the planes of Oria's stomach, as he scatters more soft, heated kisses along the curve of Oria's neck, shifting up to press one just under his ear too, nuzzling]
And I only want you. You're the only one I see.
[He had gotten good at it, dividing his life into portions, segmenting them off where they could. But his feelings for Oria wasn't something that simple, even if he managed to repress his other wants, his other desires. But here with Oria, all of those feelings come spilling out again, unravelling free]
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His hands settle along the planes of Oria's stomach, as he scatters more soft, heated kisses along the curve of Oria's neck, shifting up to press one just under his ear too, nuzzling]
And I only want you. You're the only one I see.
[He had gotten good at it, dividing his life into portions, segmenting them off where they could. But his feelings for Oria wasn't something that simple, even if he managed to repress his other wants, his other desires. But here with Oria, all of those feelings come spilling out again, unravelling free]