[ If he's going to show it to anyone, it might as well be someone who knows the precise taste of death so close the only thing left between you and it is your own will to stay alive and hope. She's not going to think less of him for it. She's more likely to respect him more, because she knows the level of willpower needed to keep struggling when just lying down would mean it was all over in a moment and doesn't it being over sound so good? She lets that sense of understanding and awareness touch his mind, the consideration she has for that moment.
There's a moment where she just watches his eyes do that and smiles, and then quietly she takes her hand away, waits a long beat and watches him again before she shifts herself until he's just lined up with her. Her hands move to his shoulders, support and a grip for the moment. ] Do you want to know? [ Still quietly calm and steady, like she isn't asking questions of someone who can't answer out loud. ] Do you want to be in me, Tony?
knowing would probably be good
There's a moment where she just watches his eyes do that and smiles, and then quietly she takes her hand away, waits a long beat and watches him again before she shifts herself until he's just lined up with her. Her hands move to his shoulders, support and a grip for the moment. ] Do you want to know? [ Still quietly calm and steady, like she isn't asking questions of someone who can't answer out loud. ] Do you want to be in me, Tony?