[ 'Youko peering up at him red-faced' is a sight he sees constantly but never tires of. Every little variation on the theme is treasured, and the present view of her emerging from her bundled-up place under the cover is particularly... dare he say cute? Knowing he's responsible for that messy, unsteady look only makes it more appealing.
The guilt, less so. There is some part of him that's flattered that she cares so much for his well-being, amidst all her other troubles, and a part that that chafes at worry that feels excessive, but mostly he just wishes he could more easily set her at ease. ]
I missed you. Talking to you, feeling you like this...
[ He shifts down the bed, bringing his face closer to hers. And yes, part of 'missing her' is pure libido too, needs unsated. But he doesn't want to emphasize that aspect; he may feel she's too conscious of what her fellow rulers might guess, but he wants her to decide how far they go tonight from her own desires, not guilt. ]
[That 'I missed you' does some real heavy lifting with the guilt, smoothing it out into something softer, coy. It is easy for her to find a pitfall, to wind up feeling too needy, too hungry, too much all around sometimes, especially after a short absence, but that reassurance does wonders. She folds her arms against his chest, propping herself and the blanket up that little extra as he shifts closer.]
I missed you too. I haven't been sleeping well without you.
[Her tone is quiet, but honest. Steady. Hopelessly fond.
If her gaze drops while she shifts forward, bridging the gap between them to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, it can wholly be blamed on her thoughts turning to what she would have answered earlier and the phantom sensation the memory drudges up with it. It isn't any easier to talk about when he isn't fishing for the information to tease her or feed his ego, but she only ducks her head a little as she repurposes the thought.]
I want to be tired out, but... usually, the next day... it's a little obvious my legs are still weak...
[ It might strike him as strange, being so eager to [i]do[/i] but so hesitant to talk about it, if he did not remember being the exact same way. To his great regret. She tries, though, in this halting way, and he can't ask more than that. ]
I can save it for home.
[ Just a little implication there. That the longer he waits, the more is saved for her. But her frank admission does put him in a more protective frame of mind, and he strokes her head as she nestles up against him. ]
I want you to sleep well, too. If just being here does that, I can. Just be here.
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The guilt, less so. There is some part of him that's flattered that she cares so much for his well-being, amidst all her other troubles, and a part that that chafes at worry that feels excessive, but mostly he just wishes he could more easily set her at ease. ]
I missed you. Talking to you, feeling you like this...
[ He shifts down the bed, bringing his face closer to hers. And yes, part of 'missing her' is pure libido too, needs unsated. But he doesn't want to emphasize that aspect; he may feel she's too conscious of what her fellow rulers might guess, but he wants her to decide how far they go tonight from her own desires, not guilt. ]
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I missed you too. I haven't been sleeping well without you.
[Her tone is quiet, but honest. Steady. Hopelessly fond.
If her gaze drops while she shifts forward, bridging the gap between them to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, it can wholly be blamed on her thoughts turning to what she would have answered earlier and the phantom sensation the memory drudges up with it. It isn't any easier to talk about when he isn't fishing for the information to tease her or feed his ego, but she only ducks her head a little as she repurposes the thought.]
I want to be tired out, but... usually, the next day... it's a little obvious my legs are still weak...
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I can save it for home.
[ Just a little implication there. That the longer he waits, the more is saved for her. But her frank admission does put him in a more protective frame of mind, and he strokes her head as she nestles up against him. ]
I want you to sleep well, too. If just being here does that, I can. Just be here.