[ Always so careful when it comes to losing themselves in each other, this comes as no surprise to either of them. Yet it is at the same time.
Her name on his lips makes her feel things she doesn't with anyone else. She likes it, how he makes her feel, how he treats her when it's just the two of them. Skin feeling warm with every touch he gives her, hair still damp, strap of her dress falling off her shoulder. She has no intention of moving from his lap, not yet, fingers exploring his skin. ]
I've missed you, too.
[ A quiet admission, lips seek his for another shared kiss. Brushing down, fingers touch at the collar around his neck, reminding her of how different he is, how difficult things can be for him, how careful she wants to be with him. She trusts him, no denying that. Yet always in the back of the mind, a need to be cautious, just in case.
The collar doesn't repulse her. She wonders, how it is for him, free from such physical shackles herself but not from emotional ones; he isn't either.
She drifts away from those thoughts, fingers guiding him closer, lips deepening their kiss again. Their pasts don't matter when they're like this, when it's just them. For the moment, it feels normal, to be here with him and enjoy him in ways normal people enjoy their other. And she does enjoy him, his company, his presence, his trust, his care. All of it. Lips brush kisses along his cheek and face, hoping to convey how much he means to her. ]
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Date: 2016-02-02 01:49 am (UTC)From:Her name on his lips makes her feel things she doesn't with anyone else. She likes it, how he makes her feel, how he treats her when it's just the two of them. Skin feeling warm with every touch he gives her, hair still damp, strap of her dress falling off her shoulder. She has no intention of moving from his lap, not yet, fingers exploring his skin. ]
I've missed you, too.
[ A quiet admission, lips seek his for another shared kiss. Brushing down, fingers touch at the collar around his neck, reminding her of how different he is, how difficult things can be for him, how careful she wants to be with him. She trusts him, no denying that. Yet always in the back of the mind, a need to be cautious, just in case.
The collar doesn't repulse her. She wonders, how it is for him, free from such physical shackles herself but not from emotional ones; he isn't either.
She drifts away from those thoughts, fingers guiding him closer, lips deepening their kiss again. Their pasts don't matter when they're like this, when it's just them. For the moment, it feels normal, to be here with him and enjoy him in ways normal people enjoy their other. And she does enjoy him, his company, his presence, his trust, his care. All of it. Lips brush kisses along his cheek and face, hoping to convey how much he means to her. ]