[It's more difficult to hold her up now, with the tension starting to uncoil from his muscles, but he manages for just a little longer. Seeing that scorching heat and need within her eyes is enough to make him know that he has to hold her, keep her. He is not going to let that go.
His arms shift again, cradling her with one while his other hand moves. He strokes the top of her head, her soft, unusually green hair. It's a pretty shade on her and he likes things that are unusual. Unique. He likes having them, and not letting anyone else have them. One more reason not to let her go easily.]
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His arms shift again, cradling her with one while his other hand moves. He strokes the top of her head, her soft, unusually green hair. It's a pretty shade on her and he likes things that are unusual. Unique. He likes having them, and not letting anyone else have them. One more reason not to let her go easily.]
Mm, me too. You're a pretty good time.