[ It's easy to track when she flinches, curling in on herself. He sees the wave and ripple of hesitation, before it spreads and crashes across her body. Clamping it shut like a sea anemone. It's understandable, yet a part of him thinks he may as well be looking down a scope with an bullseye pointed at her forehead. She yelps, and his free hand smoothes across her flank, both gentling and reassuring. Trying, almost, to calm a hinky kitten fighting a bath. He pitches closer, and it's both awkward and comforting, the way he drapes across her. Their legs are loosely tangled and his weight's settled over her, not quite fitting like the lead-up to sex and more like Hei's trying to tangle them up on purpose, into the warmth that he knows anchors her, makes her feel safe. (Part of him can't help but think: this vulnerability, this unguardedness she shows ... It's a weapon that can be turned on her, as swiftly as a blade under her pillow). ]
[ He kisses her, and it's soft, almost coaxing. (Shh -- Easy -- This is harmless.) The toy itself is a steady pulse, and Hei grinds it over her in slow, inexorable little circles, more experimental than teasing, letting her settle into it bit by bit. ]
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[ He kisses her, and it's soft, almost coaxing. (Shh -- Easy -- This is harmless.) The toy itself is a steady pulse, and Hei grinds it over her in slow, inexorable little circles, more experimental than teasing, letting her settle into it bit by bit. ]