[ Swiftly, maybe surprisingly so. Hamel isn't caught off-guard by her own refusal, of course; she knows better than anyone how stubborn she can be. But it's easy enough to piece things together, for someone so usually lost in a haze of her own making. The bruising grip he's got on her arm, his miserable posture, the unsteady puffs of air that barely make for a decent rhythm for breathing, the flush of his face--
That bulge is hard to miss, too.
When he reaches for her, she reaches back, clasping his hand. ]
It's all right, Marco. Let me help.
[ He hadn't abandoned her, when she'd been far too shameless and yet still so ashamed. This is the least she can do. ]
[ he is struck speechless by the firmness of her voice, forcing his face to tip upwards to watch her for a few long and poignant seconds. they're seconds he can't afford, as each one is another pulse of white-hot heat that makes his body ache, crave, but he is so momentarily mesmerized by her resolve he can't do anything else but stare.
eventually, he words down the lump forming in his throat. he flexes his fingers around her own a few times.
alright, he thinks. maybe it can be alright. ]
...Not here, [ he says eventually. not here, in this little space they've made their own and filled with good memories.
with her help, he rises back up to his feet, already starting towards the exit. ]
There should be an empty room somewhere or - or something.
[ he supposes he could always take her back to his suite, but that room can barely fit himself... ]
Or something, [ she echoes, a little bemused by it. Well, he's not wrong. They're in an entire resort dedicated to encouraging sexual activities, so even if they weren't going to end up in a room belonging to either of them, they're bound to find something to serve their purposes. ]
My suite isn't very large, but there's enough space to move around on. Though we're not quite close to it, at the moment.
[ she continues to display her unending kindness u_u
he merely nods in answer, walking stiffly out back towards the lobby, where he knows a fair few rooms branch off. somehow, he manages to do so with some modicum of dignity, despite the strain against his slacks, and the increasingly labored nature of his breathing.
when at last he finds them a small room left unoccupied, holding only a simple love seat and a side table, he half-stumbles, half-collapses into one side of it. his head leans back, hand falling over his eyes as his teeth grit. another couch... such is their curse, it seems. ]
I was — reckless, [ he says through a clenched jaw. his other hand comes to grip the arm rest, but it's clear from the way he shifts in his seat he'd wished to grip something... else. ] I thought I had more time.
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[ Swiftly, maybe surprisingly so. Hamel isn't caught off-guard by her own refusal, of course; she knows better than anyone how stubborn she can be. But it's easy enough to piece things together, for someone so usually lost in a haze of her own making. The bruising grip he's got on her arm, his miserable posture, the unsteady puffs of air that barely make for a decent rhythm for breathing, the flush of his face--
That bulge is hard to miss, too.
When he reaches for her, she reaches back, clasping his hand. ]
It's all right, Marco. Let me help.
[ He hadn't abandoned her, when she'd been far too shameless and yet still so ashamed. This is the least she can do. ]
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eventually, he words down the lump forming in his throat. he flexes his fingers around her own a few times.
alright, he thinks. maybe it can be alright. ]
...Not here, [ he says eventually. not here, in this little space they've made their own and filled with good memories.
with her help, he rises back up to his feet, already starting towards the exit. ]
There should be an empty room somewhere or - or something.
[ he supposes he could always take her back to his suite, but that room can barely fit himself... ]
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My suite isn't very large, but there's enough space to move around on. Though we're not quite close to it, at the moment.
[ And Marco is... clearly suffering. ]
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There are.. smaller roofs off of the lobby. Private ones.
[ more than suitable for their — purposes. please don't ask him how he knows. ]
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Well, she's not about to ask him for further clarification. ]
I see. Then let's make use of one of them.
*rooms... not roofs ........
he merely nods in answer, walking stiffly out back towards the lobby, where he knows a fair few rooms branch off. somehow, he manages to do so with some modicum of dignity, despite the strain against his slacks, and the increasingly labored nature of his breathing.
when at last he finds them a small room left unoccupied, holding only a simple love seat and a side table, he half-stumbles, half-collapses into one side of it. his head leans back, hand falling over his eyes as his teeth grit. another couch... such is their curse, it seems. ]
I was — reckless, [ he says through a clenched jaw. his other hand comes to grip the arm rest, but it's clear from the way he shifts in his seat he'd wished to grip something... else. ] I thought I had more time.