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As he'd watched her after the fact, he'd felt himself wanting to reach back out. To take her again and again until it all made sense and he could question nothing more. But the urge was resisted, fought against as his breathing began to even back out. For how long he could keep his cool, he did not know. His focus had shifted from her body to her answer, relief flooding his system when there came a simple no. She had nowhere to be, no one that demanded her immediate attention, and for that he'd pressed nearer to her. For the moment, she was his, and that realization made his earlier worries cease existing altogether.

The question was returned, however, and he'd nearly said yes. He did have somewhere to be, but he also did not, and her touch made him lean more towards the latter as being true. Everyone would still be there when he returned, it was fine for him to stay; he'd told himself this several times over, even though, at this point, he'd needed little prompting. With teeth having lingered along his neck, Xan's body lurched upwards, bringing him back up to his feet. "Do you want me to have a place to be?" The question was answered with another, though already had he started to trail his nose through her fur. He'd followed the length of her body, stopping once her hind legs were reached and then nipping at her thighs. "Like here, maybe?" he'd suggested, keeping his body close to hers, but making no move to return to his previous position atop her. He wanted to know that it was still okay, that he wasn't acting in a way that he shouldn't. He needed to know that there wasn't anything wrong with him wanting her.