oh he'd be sososo nervous,,,i mean he was already so shy with Amy their first time and she made it clear Pope couldn't touch her at first.
but you let him touch you, plead and whine and beg him to actually, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't making him all sorts of flustered to actually indulge.
can picture him almost shaking, mouth trembling against your own, hot puffs of breath hitting ur face, hazel eyes looking into yours with a mixture of fear and pure yearning. hands finally settling on your waist where he squeezes, his thumbs pressing into the supple skin almost hard enough to bruise and his fingers splaying over your ribs.
"You really want to...? with me?" Pope asking breathlessly, lips brushing yours in a silent plea for connection, a small sigh escaping his chest when you take the hint and kiss him back. His cheeks flush pink enough to make his freckles stand out, hazel eyes all dark n glassy eating you up.
He swears he melts when you nod, jaw tightening at your answer. "Uh huh. You okay, honey?"
"Yeah- y-yeah i'm...fine." and that 'fine' is a bit too high pitched to be believable and followed by a swallow that gives him away more than the bulge of his arousal currently pressed hot between your legs. Pope squeezes your waist again as if making sure you’re real to touch, blushing more when you giggle. “S’not funny..” he mumbles, wrenching his eyes shut.
You have to coax him more than a bit for things to finally get moving, poor baby’s just frozen solid, mumbling to himself to go slow and be gentle the entire time he’s undressing you, laying you down on his bed like you’re fine china before his broad figure covers yours. And even after he’s in you, it’s a million questions pouring from his mouth while Pope rolls his hips into yours, hands cupping the backs of your thighs tight and chest pressed to your torso like you might slip from under him at any second .
“Am I- f-ffuck…bunny…feels s-so good…”
Well, he does get a little distracted from his worries eventually…
