[Her legs, taking care and slowly, start to slip down the moment she realizes he's moving lower rather than away. Aim being a pest, not to inflict pain. Sunset tone keeping her entrapped, while he frees himself of one wrist, and she distractedly lets heels dangle off the bed.
So he doesn't mean to leave the proof? His lips find her skin, and her gaze on the ceiling averts slightly, caught on the edge of reverie.
The punctuationâword and pinning combinedâcauses her to pull in a little breath, calls her back to him, and she blinks softly before smiling at the ceiling but for him. Very lightly, she kicks one heel idly, it thumps against the side of the bed, and she removes remaining hand to card its fingers into his hair.
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So he doesn't mean to leave the proof? His lips find her skin, and her gaze on the ceiling averts slightly, caught on the edge of reverie.
The punctuationâword and pinning combinedâcauses her to pull in a little breath, calls her back to him, and she blinks softly before smiling at the ceiling but for him. Very lightly, she kicks one heel idly, it thumps against the side of the bed, and she removes remaining hand to card its fingers into his hair.
Her thoughtful hum is purely for show.]
Guess not. I don't kiss and tell.