Enya followed his movements, careful to not fall over as she sat down. Her hands slowly traced down his sides to gently tug on his belt loops again. At Eli’s words, now, instead of inflaming her further, it. She paused. Her kisses still came in careful presses, but she hesitated in thought.
"I… Mmm. Maybe not. T-that…” It shouldn’t be hard to figure out what she meant, but. Still, nervous, she could of. Repeated herself. Wasn’t going to, but.
Ye h no, if she couldn’t say it, odds were it wasn’t the best time to go further. She didn’t mind letting her hands trail up and down his chest with light touches, humming quietly into the kiss from nervousness and enjoyment.
"We doin’t haf to though… r-right?” A question not directed toward Eli personally, but a question she had the habit of asking. Nowadays. Just to be sure. A bad habit to say the least.
Let’s focusing on him. That’s. So much better.
Right, and he… He actually smiled, with that. Soft and gentle, a hand moving to cup her face as he held against Enya close.
"That’s the dumbest damn question I ever fuckin’ heard comin’ from your Goddamned mouth," Eli said, that smile in his voice. "We got free fuckin’ will for a reason, babe. Don’t haveta do nothin’, ‘specially if you don’t wanna, or ain’t feelin’ it. "
Yeah. It wasn’t really? A problem at all. It wasn’t like he never got laid, and Enya was? She was special. Like fuck he was going to try anything she seemed hesitant about.
"Mind if we keep kissin’ or whatever, though?" h e was REALLY enjoying that, like whOA.