[ Of course, he'd thought about it a lot. Of course - he's only human, and many a night he'd spent lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking of the bow of her lips and the curve of her ass. He'd thought about touching her, and kissing her, and holding her tight, and he'd thought about so much more, too.
But none of it is anything like this. None of it would come close to the truth, to the heat of her body and the taste of her tongue, the desire he feels in her hands and her gasps, the amazement he gets from putting his hands on her. Baby wants to treasure Isabelle, worship her in any and every way possible, and never stop. He would make it his job, his duty, his religion.
He tilts his chin just so when her hand comes up to his face, his own moving to pull her even closer as he straightens up on the seat. The chill is all but gone, replaced by a fire that burns just as brightly as the pit ahead of them. His other hand moves just slightly, up a few inches, until two fingers slip innocently into the waistband of her jeans and the rest just graze her skin, gasping into the kiss at the contact. ]
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But none of it is anything like this. None of it would come close to the truth, to the heat of her body and the taste of her tongue, the desire he feels in her hands and her gasps, the amazement he gets from putting his hands on her. Baby wants to treasure Isabelle, worship her in any and every way possible, and never stop. He would make it his job, his duty, his religion.
He tilts his chin just so when her hand comes up to his face, his own moving to pull her even closer as he straightens up on the seat. The chill is all but gone, replaced by a fire that burns just as brightly as the pit ahead of them. His other hand moves just slightly, up a few inches, until two fingers slip innocently into the waistband of her jeans and the rest just graze her skin, gasping into the kiss at the contact. ]