[ She wraps her arms around him, in part so that she can help support herself and in part to rest her hands on the back of his head and neck, run up and down and then just hold on. Him not talking is okay, she doesn't have a lot of ability to speak beyond one syllable things that don't take thought and come to her automatically. Not talking is a sign of the moment, really. Not that she realizes precisely what he's saying. She can understand the feeling and most of the sentiment but her mind would balk long before she considered it a feeling of love. But it doesn't really matter whether she can consciously frame it as such - she understands, on a certain level, and she meets every thrust with her body, turns her lips to just by his ear and whispers encouragement, fragmented and disjointed but certainly there. ]
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