[ jyn pulls him back over her, and he moves fluidly to accomplish just that — following her, following him — without taking his mouth off hers. he's still bent sideways over her, but her arms guide his hips and allow him to, sightlessly, bring his knee back to her other side. this kiss is no less full of love than the past ones, and as he's repositioned it becomes languid. she sighs, content, and he takes her lower lip into his mouth for a moment; and he gently, so gently, savors this kiss. they have time.
he lifts his lips from hers only to kiss her again, and then again, curled over her. his arms are bent, fingers to elbows balanced on the bedspread, so close to her that the bare skin of their chests are pressed flush as he makes every attempt to kiss her senseless.
and then finally, when he really has no option but to come up for air, he raises his head with eyes dark and intense, and, ]
It's not too late if you still want to try the spa, instead.
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he lifts his lips from hers only to kiss her again, and then again, curled over her. his arms are bent, fingers to elbows balanced on the bedspread, so close to her that the bare skin of their chests are pressed flush as he makes every attempt to kiss her senseless.
and then finally, when he really has no option but to come up for air, he raises his head with eyes dark and intense, and, ]
It's not too late if you still want to try the spa, instead.