Between primal fear and renewed arousal, Ric was absolutely shaking. It wasn't an emotional thing, but a purely physical reaction to the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through his body. His grip on Elijah stayed tight, and he actually curled closer in to Elijah, face finding the space between Elijah's throat and his shoulder, instinctively seeking out the dark to try to calm himself.
It didn't really work, mind, because Elijah had roused both responses, but he did make some sort of effort. When he regained the capacity for thought, Ric was going to wonder how in the name of hell it made sense to comfort himself with the same thing that had shaken him. He needed more lessons in kink, or something.
"You're all right," he mumbled, sort of vaguely reassuring Elijah. Then nipping restlessly at his shoulder.
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Date: 2013-06-23 05:20 pm (UTC)It didn't really work, mind, because Elijah had roused both responses, but he did make some sort of effort. When he regained the capacity for thought, Ric was going to wonder how in the name of hell it made sense to comfort himself with the same thing that had shaken him. He needed more lessons in kink, or something.
"You're all right," he mumbled, sort of vaguely reassuring Elijah. Then nipping restlessly at his shoulder.