( all she wants to do is steal those words from his lips, catch baited breaths back into the cave of her mouth and let them intermix with her own til all to be heard from the pair was hitched exhales, inhales laced with little gasps and notes of pleasure, of giving in. she doesn't mean to tease, doesn't mean to take advantage, but she can't help the way hips roll into the crook of his, the way breath is drawn between her teeth and brows furrow. )
I want you. ( it isn't singular in it's meaning; it's affectionate, it's needing, it's everything. everything she'd normally have such neat and prettied words to say, everything she'd otherwise have all figured out— but she can't, not right now with him hot and flush up against her, with those kisses so newly discovered just waiting to grant her more. a flex of digits' tug within his hair, a tiny noise akin to a keen escaping her, nudging their foreheads together and biting at his lower lip.
slow, sharp, pulling it backward only to let it release just as languidly. ) Kiss me.
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I want you. ( it isn't singular in it's meaning; it's affectionate, it's needing, it's everything. everything she'd normally have such neat and prettied words to say, everything she'd otherwise have all figured out— but she can't, not right now with him hot and flush up against her, with those kisses so newly discovered just waiting to grant her more. a flex of digits' tug within his hair, a tiny noise akin to a keen escaping her, nudging their foreheads together and biting at his lower lip.
slow, sharp, pulling it backward only to let it release just as languidly. ) Kiss me.