The empathy bond has flared up with him multiple times, with other people, and Cobb's easy so it didn't bother him. If anything he seems to put other people at ease, which is his preference. He didn't know it could be like this. He didn't know an embarrassing amount of want out of him would be felt by her, which he didn't want because he doesn't want her to feel like he's pushing anything on her. He's tried to play it cool and mostly managed, but that control decided to check out tonight.
Then again, they're both doing it. They're feeding each other's lust. There's no doubting what is between them when it's this in their face. He didn't know he was so hungry for it until now. Cobb sighs and turns his head toward her hand when it touches his jaw, exposing his neck to her touch too, clearly open and inviting for it. He doesn't know if he should correct her, that he was thinking of what it would be like if they kissed with her wearing the necklace. Because it would be too pointedly implying it's what he wants, and he's already assured her it isn't. It really isn't in his mind picturing the necklace, just what it would be like to have the absence of that fear.
She could ride him right here. He knows she'd be good at it. There is no end to the ways he would want her. Cobb tries to breathe through it, but brown eyes are full of feeling. It's complicated. Want is the opposite of selfless. He licks his lips as if he can taste her too, or imagines he can. He plans on winding down and then that minx rocks her hips and Cobb mumbles Tatooine curses, unable to stop himself from lifting up toward her. It's the easiest thing in the world to rub against her and tease them both. It's not like there's a whole lot of fabric between his sweatpants and her panties.
"Well he ain't now," Cobb says with a strangled laugh. He is going to need to do some countdowns or something to get out of this mindset. He can't bring himself to say yes, she should put on pants. She should move. He doesn't want her to. "Just ... give me a few seconds." Maybe thinking about the actual dragon will help.
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Date: 2021-02-22 05:19 am (UTC)Then again, they're both doing it. They're feeding each other's lust. There's no doubting what is between them when it's this in their face. He didn't know he was so hungry for it until now. Cobb sighs and turns his head toward her hand when it touches his jaw, exposing his neck to her touch too, clearly open and inviting for it. He doesn't know if he should correct her, that he was thinking of what it would be like if they kissed with her wearing the necklace. Because it would be too pointedly implying it's what he wants, and he's already assured her it isn't. It really isn't in his mind picturing the necklace, just what it would be like to have the absence of that fear.
She could ride him right here. He knows she'd be good at it. There is no end to the ways he would want her. Cobb tries to breathe through it, but brown eyes are full of feeling. It's complicated. Want is the opposite of selfless. He licks his lips as if he can taste her too, or imagines he can. He plans on winding down and then that minx rocks her hips and Cobb mumbles Tatooine curses, unable to stop himself from lifting up toward her. It's the easiest thing in the world to rub against her and tease them both. It's not like there's a whole lot of fabric between his sweatpants and her panties.
"Well he ain't now," Cobb says with a strangled laugh. He is going to need to do some countdowns or something to get out of this mindset. He can't bring himself to say yes, she should put on pants. She should move. He doesn't want her to. "Just ... give me a few seconds." Maybe thinking about the actual dragon will help.