[ She doesn't really have to worry - he was pretty much done for the moment she dropped her shields. Between that and the clinging, the rock back in return, the pleasure both physical and otherwise that reverberates back and forth between the pair of them - he tightens and goes taut, movements irregular and asynchronous but still making the attempt if out of practice than nothing else. He slows down, but continues to hold her closely, even if he winds up resting a bit more of his weight on her than before. ]
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