[Don't worry, Elizabeth, he'll get used to all of this and calm down eventually when this isn't such a new and exciting thing to him. Not the sex, that is, but sex with someone he's in love with. Funny how just adding that singular variable can throw all of his normally-ironclad self-control out the window just like that.
At last he manages to get a handle on himself and begins slowing his pace to bring his mind back down to earth out of orbit. While he's disappointed to lose that wonderful friction and pressure, the thought of what he's about to get to do is enough to make up for that loss.]
We need to get these off...
[And by "these" he means the drawers. He faintly recalls being buttons to those, something he's reasonably sure he doesn't have the coordination to undo in his current state.]
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At last he manages to get a handle on himself and begins slowing his pace to bring his mind back down to earth out of orbit. While he's disappointed to lose that wonderful friction and pressure, the thought of what he's about to get to do is enough to make up for that loss.]
We need to get these off...
[And by "these" he means the drawers. He faintly recalls being buttons to those, something he's reasonably sure he doesn't have the coordination to undo in his current state.]