[It seems too favorable an outcome, to be real. He's momentarily taken out of it, flummoxed, but she's so honest. He's demanded that she look in his eyes before as she speaks so that he can ascertain the truth, and he saw no lie then; clutched inside of her living flesh, now, he is equally certain that Alex's reactions aren't theatrical performances meant to stroke his ego.
He doesn't mind the challenge. He doesn't mind the sand or the surf, and his own phylax is in fact in her element just offshore. He's never in his life backed away from something difficult, or decided that anything he wanted was just too much trouble because he was inconvenienced. At this moment, he wants Alex, and he wants to come, and he wants her to come. If she comes, after all, it means that she is not thinking of the bird's-eye view of his bony ass beating up and down, pale and comical as his thin limbs scramble for purchase on the ever-shifting bank.
What's firm, and certain, is the fact that he is nestled to the hilt in stroking, indulgent darkness.]
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He doesn't mind the challenge. He doesn't mind the sand or the surf, and his own phylax is in fact in her element just offshore. He's never in his life backed away from something difficult, or decided that anything he wanted was just too much trouble because he was inconvenienced. At this moment, he wants Alex, and he wants to come, and he wants her to come. If she comes, after all, it means that she is not thinking of the bird's-eye view of his bony ass beating up and down, pale and comical as his thin limbs scramble for purchase on the ever-shifting bank.
What's firm, and certain, is the fact that he is nestled to the hilt in stroking, indulgent darkness.]