[It's happened so fast he doesn't realize what position he's ended up in, other than "sprawled on top of Barghest", but even this is reason enough to seek the bitter cold flooring with his hands. Vincent presses down with one palm to heft himself up by a few inches. This, at least, spares her of the sensation of his lips against the tract of her neck, but every word still fans against her skin.]
Barghest? Are you okay?
[His hair. He has too much of it, and it has never been an issue until literally right now. Blocking his view. He lifts his head, peering through the locks with red eyes, and... Oh. She's right there.
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Barghest? Are you okay?
[His hair. He has too much of it, and it has never been an issue until literally right now. Blocking his view. He lifts his head, peering through the locks with red eyes, and... Oh. She's right there.
Is she blushing?]
I...