[there's nothing in any world, in any galaxy, more beautiful to see, than his smile. it fills her with a warmth like she's never known, gentle as it starts in the center of her chest and spreads out to the rest of her. a part of her would be content to just stay like this, under a smile that she's sure could warm an entire planet for the way it does her, for the way that it tugs on the corners of her own mouth, oh so easily.
but the rest of her is impatient; they both are. it's relief she sighs into his mouth when he curls back over her, the warmth of his skin on hers, with nothing else between them there, even better. one hand reaches for his face, catching him as he catches her (following him, as he follows her), thumb grazing gently over the rise of his cheek as they kiss; it lingers, there, when they emerge for a shared breath, and just exist for a moment, foreheads touching, in that shared space.
i love you, is her equally silent echo of the unspoken, in the way that she allows her eyes to close just long enough for him to kiss each of her eyelids, in the way that she holds on as he slowly, carefully, lowers her onto her back.
in the way, too, that allows herself a long, slow breath, and then another, as he takes his care, working his way down her throat, to her stomach, with kisses pressed to her skin. though tries, and mostly succeeds, to remain still (a feat for her), she wriggles just a little bit under him, pushing the band of her own leggings down as she does. because she's impatient, because even if they have time, it doesn't stop anticipation from building in her.]
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but the rest of her is impatient; they both are. it's relief she sighs into his mouth when he curls back over her, the warmth of his skin on hers, with nothing else between them there, even better. one hand reaches for his face, catching him as he catches her (following him, as he follows her), thumb grazing gently over the rise of his cheek as they kiss; it lingers, there, when they emerge for a shared breath, and just exist for a moment, foreheads touching, in that shared space.
i love you, is her equally silent echo of the unspoken, in the way that she allows her eyes to close just long enough for him to kiss each of her eyelids, in the way that she holds on as he slowly, carefully, lowers her onto her back.
in the way, too, that allows herself a long, slow breath, and then another, as he takes his care, working his way down her throat, to her stomach, with kisses pressed to her skin. though tries, and mostly succeeds, to remain still (a feat for her), she wriggles just a little bit under him, pushing the band of her own leggings down as she does. because she's impatient, because even if they have time, it doesn't stop anticipation from building in her.]