[Petrana isn't the only one who could stand to do less thinking, but even if Julius is not completely lost to the moment, he is successfully present in it. (The sensation, while it's happening, of this being something he'll want to remember later: the slant of light through the window, the pleasant sense of none of them having anywhere else to be than right here, together, letting the heat between them grow.)
When Julius curls his fingers, it's unhurried too, just as experimental as Petrana tugging on his hair. As if the pair of them might take Marcus apart and put him back together again between them. There are some advantages, arguably, to Julius and Petrana having time to become an effective team.
Even if his own patience gives way before he can truly push Marcus's to its limit — and Julius can admit that it may — the attempt is a pleasure in itself.]
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When Julius curls his fingers, it's unhurried too, just as experimental as Petrana tugging on his hair. As if the pair of them might take Marcus apart and put him back together again between them. There are some advantages, arguably, to Julius and Petrana having time to become an effective team.
Even if his own patience gives way before he can truly push Marcus's to its limit — and Julius can admit that it may — the attempt is a pleasure in itself.]