Whaaat? Have you heard yourself saying such sacrilege?
[Her voice is warm and lazy, too distracted by his joy to worry too much about...much of anything, actually. She shifts comfortably against him, just for the reminder that he’s there—or that she is, since all there is in her senses is him, his heart pouring out as warm and soothing as the sunlight above]
I know, right? Pretty sure I'm breaking some kinda law.
[His thumb keeps up its lazy back and forth motion, gentle. The rise and fall of her chest against him, the steady beat of her heart, the knowledge that for once she isn't worried about anything - it's all a lot, in the very best kind of way]
[It is a lot; something that would be more flustering if most anything negative didn't just shrivel so easily in the wake of his light, beaten down the rest of the way by the pulse of his emotion. It feels incredibly odd to just be unable to stop smiling, but there are definitely worse feelings out there]
Have fun in jail. Don't worry, I'll bake you a cake with a rasp in it.
[It's hard not to press this one to him, cradling it nearer - hard to keep himself from swinging the doors wide and letting it all flow in. In among that center-of-the-heart feeling, there's contentment so deep it feels almost physical, the warm, heavy weight of a blanket drawn in close]
Man, and here I thought I was gonna have to dig out with a spoon.
[She's got the warm and heavy part down at least. Between his heat beneath her and the sun above, she feels lax and comfortable as being in the bath--though it's her overworked emotional muscles that are being soothed in the warmth. Next time, more stretching, perhaps... She yawns, exhausted, either way; curls in closer even as she picks back up]
[There is not especially any want to move from here anytime soon; the warmth is good, and the closeness is better. His thumb still trails back and forth, gentle]
[Falls silent after that; loses whatever momentum she’d been building in the face of a contentment sticky sweet as honey. Her hands shift a little on his back, fingers wisping over his skin very slow.]
[This doesn't even come out sounding teasingly accusatory, just soft and fuzzy, like recalling a pleasant memory. Shivers comfortably into the touch with another little sigh. If she were a cat she'd be purring, and she spends a long dreamy moment like this, drifting on the soft rise and fall of his chest, breathing in his scent.
Eventually it occurs to her to continue, and her voice rumbles to life, rusty and soft]
[There's a soft swell of something in his chest at the words, warm and full and almost unbearably fond. He presses another kiss to her hair, because he's allowed to, and he wants to, and it's a marvel that she's this close, that the warm silk of her hair feels this way through his fingers]
I figure... maybe it'll be better, like this. For, like - for both of us.
[It's a hum of agreement, but more than that--hopeful, and intimate, and--careful, almost, as if she's afraid she'll make a misstep and it'll all be gone, somehow, lost despite how greedily she holds it close. A slow beat, and she attempts to send some of her own warmth, share the sense of calm and safety and home she feels just being with him, and hugs him a little more securely]
[He'd meant sleeping - that the closeness, the soft echo of emotions might take the edge off the nightmares, for once]
[But this - this is even better. The reply sends a flutter of surprise through him, bright and dizzy and full of hope. That sense of safety, that sense of home, makes his eyes sting, so warm and so perfect that it blindsides him]
[He presses reassurance out her way, a burgeoning sense of quiet joy, a reflection of that feeling of home. His fingers are still moving in her hair, steady and gentle; his voice, when he speaks, is a little unsteady]
[Draws it closer, self-conscious at her greed but hoarding it nonetheless. Her chest is swelled full again, thankful, thankful. When she smiles back up at him, it's wobbly, but broad.]
[The smile he turns back her way is just as wide, just as wobbly. His eyes are maybe suspiciously wet, but probably that's okay. Certainly none of the things he's feeling is sad]
[Just smiles up at him, a little lopsided, for a comfortably long few moments. Then she scoots up to kiss him again, not the heated, hormone-driven urgency of earlier, but more a simple, pure pleasure at just being here like this; instead of a 'please,' more a 'thank you']
[He meets the kiss in kind; it's less needy than before, more soft. His fingers curl into the hair at the base of her skull, gentle - brush against the nub set into the skin there that matches his own]
[Gives a little frisson of a sigh at the sensation; brings up her own hands to cup his face. Strokes mismatched fingers over his jaw as she continues, an endless progression of kisses at an unhurried, almost drowsy pace. She does actually want him to rest; is pleased he might trust her enough to try. She'll pull away and let him, in a minute]
[There's no rush for a minute from now to be now, though]
[He seems just fine for the kisses to keep going - just fine to enjoy the feel of her lips against his, the steady rise and fall of her breathing. His kisses are slow and gentle; whenever they break apart, he can't seem to stop the smile from creeping back over his lips]
[Not much rush at all. Somehow a minute from now is always another minute away...]
[Later...she pulls away and stays away, if nuzzling into his cheek counts as 'away'. She looks down at him, lashes low and a molasses curve over her mouth, slow and sweet and indulgent, pleased at how pleased he seems]
[Seeing that smile makes something in him go somehow even softer, even warmer; something in his chest swells up so tight it aches, in the most breathtaking kind of way]
...this is nice.
[It's a far sight better than nice, and she can feel that, too]
[Easy agreement; it's more than true after all. And then nothing more, since just that is enough. Gentle satisfaction radiates from her in waves, a lazy tide at night.
She runs the backs of metal fingers down the line of his neck, fond]
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[Her voice is warm and lazy, too distracted by his joy to worry too much about...much of anything, actually. She shifts comfortably against him, just for the reminder that he’s there—or that she is, since all there is in her senses is him, his heart pouring out as warm and soothing as the sunlight above]
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[His thumb keeps up its lazy back and forth motion, gentle. The rise and fall of her chest against him, the steady beat of her heart, the knowledge that for once she isn't worried about anything - it's all a lot, in the very best kind of way]
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Have fun in jail. Don't worry, I'll bake you a cake with a rasp in it.
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[It's hard not to press this one to him, cradling it nearer - hard to keep himself from swinging the doors wide and letting it all flow in. In among that center-of-the-heart feeling, there's contentment so deep it feels almost physical, the warm, heavy weight of a blanket drawn in close]
Man, and here I thought I was gonna have to dig out with a spoon.
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[She's got the warm and heavy part down at least. Between his heat beneath her and the sun above, she feels lax and comfortable as being in the bath--though it's her overworked emotional muscles that are being soothed in the warmth. Next time, more stretching, perhaps... She yawns, exhausted, either way; curls in closer even as she picks back up]
...Should prolly get up.
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[There is not especially any want to move from here anytime soon; the warmth is good, and the closeness is better. His thumb still trails back and forth, gentle]
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[Falls silent after that; loses whatever momentum she’d been building in the face of a contentment sticky sweet as honey. Her hands shift a little on his back, fingers wisping over his skin very slow.]
...Gonna fall asleep. Too comf’table.
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S'worse places to sleep.
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...You?
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[One of his hands drifts up from her back to settle at the nape of her neck. His fingers stroke through the short hair there, gentle]
...sounds kinda nice.
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[This doesn't even come out sounding teasingly accusatory, just soft and fuzzy, like recalling a pleasant memory. Shivers comfortably into the touch with another little sigh. If she were a cat she'd be purring, and she spends a long dreamy moment like this, drifting on the soft rise and fall of his chest, breathing in his scent.
Eventually it occurs to her to continue, and her voice rumbles to life, rusty and soft]
...I'll be here. So's should be okay.
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I figure... maybe it'll be better, like this. For, like - for both of us.
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[It's a hum of agreement, but more than that--hopeful, and intimate, and--careful, almost, as if she's afraid she'll make a misstep and it'll all be gone, somehow, lost despite how greedily she holds it close. A slow beat, and she attempts to send some of her own warmth, share the sense of calm and safety and home she feels just being with him, and hugs him a little more securely]
...I mean. Plenty of time to find out.
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[But this - this is even better. The reply sends a flutter of surprise through him, bright and dizzy and full of hope. That sense of safety, that sense of home, makes his eyes sting, so warm and so perfect that it blindsides him]
...yeah. Yeah, that's -
That sounds good.
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[Suddenly shy and self-conscious, as if maybe having overplayed her hand, but--well. She ducks her head a little, cheek warm against his shoulder]
...Cool.
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...yeah.
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[He seems just fine for the kisses to keep going - just fine to enjoy the feel of her lips against his, the steady rise and fall of her breathing. His kisses are slow and gentle; whenever they break apart, he can't seem to stop the smile from creeping back over his lips]
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[Later...she pulls away and stays away, if nuzzling into his cheek counts as 'away'. She looks down at him, lashes low and a molasses curve over her mouth, slow and sweet and indulgent, pleased at how pleased he seems]
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...this is nice.
[It's a far sight better than nice, and she can feel that, too]
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[Easy agreement; it's more than true after all. And then nothing more, since just that is enough. Gentle satisfaction radiates from her in waves, a lazy tide at night.
She runs the backs of metal fingers down the line of his neck, fond]
Should crash for a bit....change of pace.
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