Aah - the intensity of the feeling that hit him when she met his eyes nearly made him lose it, she was so goddamn beautiful or fucking hot or, or, perfect or precious or some other collection of words he couldn't reach right now. It pushed him so much closer to the edge and he gripped her hip under his hand - tight for a moment before he forced himself to relax his fingers, and use his hand to help her move with him as he sped up. He was breathing her name, because he might not be able to find any other words, but he had that, Marcie, Marcie, like it meant I love you, like it meant don't die on me. It was her name, Marcie, he cried out when he came.