[ "You."

What does he want? Maybe it's just that sentiment. "You." Or maybe it's something else, but it's a formless thing, a shifting warmth that pushes and pulls and never quite settles on anything. ]

I...

[ His hand continues even after she stops guiding it, trailing across her thigh, two fingers sliding between her legs to see how much this is affecting her. ]

... Usually just take what I want.

[ He leans back down to kiss her again, those fingers still working. ]