[Just a heads-up - I'll be going out of town for about a week or so, so my next reply might take a little while. Sorry!]
Even though they'd reached this point - intimacy, a removal of clothing, a clear amount of trust built up between them - Bruce was still wary of overstepping some boundary. It wasn't that he was afraid of women or worried about her not liking him; no, she seemed to like him well enough by now that that particular fear had been laid to rest. He was more concerned with pushing too far.
She seemed capable of telling him so, though, and he trusted her not to lie, especially about her own comfort and happiness. So, with all those emotions settled inside of him, he leaned forward to capture her lips once more, one hand reaching forward to cup her cheek. He was a little less chaste this time, spurred on by the sight of her, trying to find out where the boundary between them was.
It was for scientific purposes, really. Things would work better between them when they figured out exactly what the other wanted, needed, and expected. Then they could compromise. Then they could make this marriage work. Until they found that line, though - well, he was going to allow himself to kiss her the way she deserved to be kissed: not by a shy, awkward man, but by her husband, full of awe and respect and devotion.
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Even though they'd reached this point - intimacy, a removal of clothing, a clear amount of trust built up between them - Bruce was still wary of overstepping some boundary. It wasn't that he was afraid of women or worried about her not liking him; no, she seemed to like him well enough by now that that particular fear had been laid to rest. He was more concerned with pushing too far.
She seemed capable of telling him so, though, and he trusted her not to lie, especially about her own comfort and happiness. So, with all those emotions settled inside of him, he leaned forward to capture her lips once more, one hand reaching forward to cup her cheek. He was a little less chaste this time, spurred on by the sight of her, trying to find out where the boundary between them was.
It was for scientific purposes, really. Things would work better between them when they figured out exactly what the other wanted, needed, and expected. Then they could compromise. Then they could make this marriage work. Until they found that line, though - well, he was going to allow himself to kiss her the way she deserved to be kissed: not by a shy, awkward man, but by her husband, full of awe and respect and devotion.