[She doesn't mean for his name to stutter out of her the way that it does, but his mouth knows all the right ways and places to strike to make her body react like this. It's a quiet whisper in his ear, heavy with affection, and her hand finds his hair to tangle her fingers through it.
Because as much as she understands that they shouldn't, it's their intimacy that she needs. Whether it's his lips or his hands or any part of him, the quickest way to chase way the cold and those insecurities? It's this. Knowing that he still accepts and loves her in spite of them is the fastest way to carve a path back to her heart and close that distance—however big or small—between them.]
Mm-hm... you're right. That was nice, but...
[It's with a small, breathy, still playful laugh that she tips her head back, allowing him a heartbeat of space for him to roam before she's chasing after him, her lips seeking his for a proper kiss. No, she doesn't want to wait any longer.]
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Because as much as she understands that they shouldn't, it's their intimacy that she needs. Whether it's his lips or his hands or any part of him, the quickest way to chase way the cold and those insecurities? It's this. Knowing that he still accepts and loves her in spite of them is the fastest way to carve a path back to her heart and close that distance—however big or small—between them.]
Mm-hm... you're right. That was nice, but...
[It's with a small, breathy, still playful laugh that she tips her head back, allowing him a heartbeat of space for him to roam before she's chasing after him, her lips seeking his for a proper kiss. No, she doesn't want to wait any longer.]