[ The huff of breath comes out hitched, and he's so close now, his hands lifting to loosely rest at her sides, barely making contact, but very much there. When did that happen? He can't quite shake the fog that's blocking his thoughts, pulling him under no matter how much he tries to fight.
His heart races, and he's not sure if it's her or the reminder of Loki's mind-fuck, or maybe both. But leans in so close, so close his lips brush hers as a broken whisper escapes him. ] Tasha.
[ He's not sure if it's pleading with her to push him away, to break the spell, or for permission to keep going. But he can't fight the pull much longer. ]
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[ The huff of breath comes out hitched, and he's so close now, his hands lifting to loosely rest at her sides, barely making contact, but very much there. When did that happen? He can't quite shake the fog that's blocking his thoughts, pulling him under no matter how much he tries to fight.
His heart races, and he's not sure if it's her or the reminder of Loki's mind-fuck, or maybe both. But leans in so close, so close his lips brush hers as a broken whisper escapes him. ] Tasha.
[ He's not sure if it's pleading with her to push him away, to break the spell, or for permission to keep going. But he can't fight the pull much longer. ]