He couldn't help but be anything but patient and understanding, because she had done the same for him - because he did it out of love, the same as she had. That was what made this moment what it was, really - though as she started to move a little more, grasping him with her hands, almost begging him for something, he was certainly caught up in it with no hope of escape. His body shuddered against hers - he didn't know how he knew, but something was coming, and he wanted to give her that thing she wanted before he was done.

And so maybe it wasn't the smoothest, the most romantic of gestures, but all the same he followed his instincts and moved to push them over, trying to get Summer on her back at the foot of the bed so he could change things, use the bed as leverage, push against her more now that he wasn't afraid he was going to hurt her. He was beyond glad they'd started out the way they had, but now, when they both felt like they needed something more and they didn't have much time, his body wanted to be above hers and it was the only way he could think of to do what needed to be done, stretching out above her and curling closer at the same time, hips moving a little faster until -

Something was coming, crawling up his spine, that release he wanted, it was so close, starting to uncoil. He whimpered against her temple, biting down on his lip again before he gasped her name, his body feeling nothing but hers pressed around it, against it, and he wanted to be closer, closer because something was about to go off and he couldn't stop it, his body starting to lock up, hips jerking against hers as he muffled another cry of her name against her shoulder.