[Look, if he were in a state to think this through they wouldn't have a problem.
It's no slow release of tension. No ease into an even keel or a quiet comfort. She'll feel his chest rising and falling too fast, his pulse rabbiting along with it under her fingers. But the hand fisted into her hair drops away as if burnt. Fingers gone slack in hers to dig ineffectually into the floorboards instead. Brow creasing, eyes down, jaw locked. (Pulling back. And he regrets it, viscerally. Down to the marrow of him. Almost immediately, as he pulls away even that small amount, the hard-won sense of faded relief starts to slip backward that much more. The edge of madness starts to creep back in.) He breathes, pushing back the sick swell of alarm, the grim realization as he becomes aware of where they are. What he was trying to do. How he's simultaneously—artificially, impossibly—furious at himself for letting it happen, and at her for stopping it.
His fingers shift again, like he wants to reach back up to her. (It's the only thing that helps, nowadays, but see where that got them.) He gives in, sort of, if she doesn't duck away. But just enough to grope for a shoulder and attempt to push her off of him.
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It's no slow release of tension. No ease into an even keel or a quiet comfort. She'll feel his chest rising and falling too fast, his pulse rabbiting along with it under her fingers. But the hand fisted into her hair drops away as if burnt. Fingers gone slack in hers to dig ineffectually into the floorboards instead. Brow creasing, eyes down, jaw locked. (Pulling back. And he regrets it, viscerally. Down to the marrow of him. Almost immediately, as he pulls away even that small amount, the hard-won sense of faded relief starts to slip backward that much more. The edge of madness starts to creep back in.) He breathes, pushing back the sick swell of alarm, the grim realization as he becomes aware of where they are. What he was trying to do. How he's simultaneously—artificially, impossibly—furious at himself for letting it happen, and at her for stopping it.
His fingers shift again, like he wants to reach back up to her. (It's the only thing that helps, nowadays, but see where that got them.) He gives in, sort of, if she doesn't duck away. But just enough to grope for a shoulder and attempt to push her off of him.
If that isn't hint enough, roughly—]
Get lost, Princess.