[they have the time — and she's less impatient now, somehow, to linger in it. his kisses are languid, savoring, radiating warmth; she doesn't have to reach to pull him in, as close as they are, but she still has both hands gently holding his face.
still does, even as, when they emerge for air, he lifts his head and says that. still does, even as she lifts a single brow, and responds, easy,]
Fuck off.
[her voice, breathless, also has no bite at all whatsoever; on the contrary, there's just another hint of a laugh in it, one that reaches all the way to her eyes.
then, lifting her head just slightly off the pillow, she leans in for another kiss before he has the chance to comment.]
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still does, even as, when they emerge for air, he lifts his head and says that. still does, even as she lifts a single brow, and responds, easy,]
Fuck off.
[her voice, breathless, also has no bite at all whatsoever; on the contrary, there's just another hint of a laugh in it, one that reaches all the way to her eyes.
then, lifting her head just slightly off the pillow, she leans in for another kiss before he has the chance to comment.]