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[No, not entirely. In much the same way that he and Elena could never really be just friends. Even if they tried. There would still be those lingering feelings, and he'd try to shove them back but they wouldn't ever go away completely.
He hoped that he wouldn't have to worry about that, but that would be something he'd worry about later.
He's not exactly content either, his impatience growing with each moment that passes, and when she makes that noise, it sends ripples through him, and he's pulling his hand away so that he can grip her hips, fingers tugging on the elastic of her panties, ripping the thin fabric easily at the seams.