(He isn't closing the distance again yet, thankfully, but he does seem to understand clearly neither of them want to stop. It's hard to, difficult more than he expects to stay parted and wait.

To catch his breath; to really not let himself be lost further just yet in this cave with arms around her knowing she can feel them bare and marred both in this way. He almost feels as if he himself drank this time. The feeling was enough to make him near dizzy but he's waiting... patiently for the time being.

He has to remember where they are too.)

It's... like time stops... the only thing that exists is us, it all exists around us but it's not as important... not as important as what we're feeling in that moment...

(Even this confession was hard on him or rather it would have been had he still held himself defensively cradled by his flames, threatening to burn all that stray too far and too close to them as he stays so close to her lips.

Regrets or not... he'll worry about them later.

He didn't want to focus on them now again; not the way that he always has done as it all seems to just slip away from the flames being eased themselves around him.)