[ She knows exactly how hard that is to do. A little bit at a time, that's enough though. Small steps. One thing at a time. Today maybe he can stop worrying about whatever it is that has him so wound up and difficult, even if just for a small space of time. Some other time, more. She meditates, has since she was 18 and nearly died and the woman who taught her how to kill a man taught her how to be still and accept the things her mind didn't want to, but she doesn't think Tony's likely to get much out of meditation. So this, because after meditation the next best thing for not thinking about anything is definitely sex.
She expects him to be patient because in this moment he really doesn't have a choice about it. He may not feel patient, or want to be patient, but he has to wait regardless because she's decided so. The muffled noises are a little gratifying - more than a little gratifying, the knowledge that she's affecting him how she wants to. One hand stays on him, the other sliding down her own stomach and then lower, only just a little above him as she makes sure she's ready. She sets her jaw firmly against any noises, keeps her expression neutral as she watches him. ] Don't close your eyes.
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She expects him to be patient because in this moment he really doesn't have a choice about it. He may not feel patient, or want to be patient, but he has to wait regardless because she's decided so. The muffled noises are a little gratifying - more than a little gratifying, the knowledge that she's affecting him how she wants to. One hand stays on him, the other sliding down her own stomach and then lower, only just a little above him as she makes sure she's ready. She sets her jaw firmly against any noises, keeps her expression neutral as she watches him. ] Don't close your eyes.