[Thor's breathing is still laboured when Bryn moves up to be closer to him. He smiles through his panting and eventually finds a more even cycle of breathing.
He lifts his hand to brush her hair out of her face, fingers grazing over her cheek gently. His expression is completely enamored, he's entirely preoccupied by her presence. It's as if they're the only two people in the world when he looks at her like that.]
Your turn? [He asks, as if it's a question, leaning to press a kiss to her cheek and mutter in her ear.] Why don't you come a little closer?
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He lifts his hand to brush her hair out of her face, fingers grazing over her cheek gently. His expression is completely enamored, he's entirely preoccupied by her presence. It's as if they're the only two people in the world when he looks at her like that.]
Your turn? [He asks, as if it's a question, leaning to press a kiss to her cheek and mutter in her ear.] Why don't you come a little closer?
[Thor pats his stomach, to start with.]