[ He curls into her, all 6 feet of him, to meet her kiss and to reverse gravity. Oona cranes up and Adolf is there to oblige her, as if she's using her native language instead of whatever the translators render their words into— each syllable is a siren's song, and Oona was absolutely right when she says that he was doomed from the start.
There's nothing he can say about her request, how that one syllable is capable of tugging his fractures back into place. There's nothing he can say, so he wisely doesn't, and opts instead to show her his intentions with actions, with gestures, because she so often tells him that he's more expressive with his body language than he is with anything else about him.
A wide palm callused with years of training cups Oona's hip, draws her inwards so that her lower half is effectively lifted from the mattress; Adolf keeps her there, hand at her tailbone and positioned between his legs, so he can roll up and against her in one surprisingly fluid motion, emulating what it'd be like if he were inside her.
Which is, incidentally, what he'd like— a moment of near-selfishness, conveyed through a fragmented exhale that runs a sigh across Oona's lips. ]
I can do that.
[ He finally manages, between rocking over the curve of Oona's body once more. ]
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There's nothing he can say about her request, how that one syllable is capable of tugging his fractures back into place. There's nothing he can say, so he wisely doesn't, and opts instead to show her his intentions with actions, with gestures, because she so often tells him that he's more expressive with his body language than he is with anything else about him.
A wide palm callused with years of training cups Oona's hip, draws her inwards so that her lower half is effectively lifted from the mattress; Adolf keeps her there, hand at her tailbone and positioned between his legs, so he can roll up and against her in one surprisingly fluid motion, emulating what it'd be like if he were inside her.
Which is, incidentally, what he'd like— a moment of near-selfishness, conveyed through a fragmented exhale that runs a sigh across Oona's lips. ]
I can do that.
[ He finally manages, between rocking over the curve of Oona's body once more. ]