( her minds far from focused on the fact that there's plenty of bodies within that festival that could glance in their direction, that they weren't exactly in the most private of options given the bedouin tents indoors she knows lay home to rather comfortable looking beds. but maybe it's better this way, assures her that even if she were to give in— that it was okay to give in in the first place —she wouldn't let herself get too carried away.
not when they weren't alone, not when it wasn't something that'd be just for the two of them. that grasp to her bottom almost reflexively causes her to fit right into the fold of his lap, now, denim against denim and a boundless heat flirting off one another. he asks if he can kiss her and she doesn't know how to properly voice just how much she wants him to, how much nor how long she's wanted this— as if a simple 'yes' would do it such injustice.
and so instead the shaky breath that dispels her lips is quieted with a swallow, able to taste the spearmint haunting his breath and the warring within his mind, just as similar to her own, that keeps him from merely taking what it is he wants. now her mouth's hovering just before his, one hand lifting to tread past his temple, into tousled strands once more and she nods. god, she nods and it's all she can do, an agonizing tug in her chest begging her to close that gap herself. )
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not when they weren't alone, not when it wasn't something that'd be just for the two of them. that grasp to her bottom almost reflexively causes her to fit right into the fold of his lap, now, denim against denim and a boundless heat flirting off one another. he asks if he can kiss her and she doesn't know how to properly voice just how much she wants him to, how much nor how long she's wanted this— as if a simple 'yes' would do it such injustice.
and so instead the shaky breath that dispels her lips is quieted with a swallow, able to taste the spearmint haunting his breath and the warring within his mind, just as similar to her own, that keeps him from merely taking what it is he wants. now her mouth's hovering just before his, one hand lifting to tread past his temple, into tousled strands once more and she nods. god, she nods and it's all she can do, an agonizing tug in her chest begging her to close that gap herself. )