( there's something boyish about him, here and nowโ maybe it's the lightning, softening his edges and melting the chocolate hue of his gaze, maybe it's the season getting it's gentle teeth into him that way that it does to so many others, or perhaps it's nothing more than the way happiness looks on him, honest and kind. thisโ this is the version of himself he deserves to keep hold of, that she couldn't dare allow herself to be the reason it ever gets taken away. if she could bottle it, this moment, she would.
he chuckles, and within a beat she's shrouded in his jacket, enrobing her in a sudden balm of heat and that distinct scent she recognizes from burrowing into his chest time and time again. it all whirls around her, almost dizzying. she can't help but to wonder if this stirring, this teeming energy beneath her skin as he winds his hands about her waist, is something like that telltale feeling of coming home after a long day.
they melt into one another when foreheads graze, that smirk still written surely across her lips as she watches him from beneath her lashes, thumbs brushing at each side of his chest. can you blame me? he asks, only the part of her lips is stolen by his affections and the words are hushed to silence instead.
there's something promising to the kiss, in the knowing of their being alone, even if just tucked away from the bodies in the main dining hall. almost as if a tiny spark of a reminder that they would have the evening to themselves later, truly to themselves. her heart swells at the lingerie lying in wait in her bag back at the hotelโ all of it, all of this, pulls a honeyed vibration of a hum from the bed of her throat. that very smile he wished to taste is what breaks the connection, but she doesn't stray too far, mouths still close enough that brims stumble when she finally speaks. )
Not even a little bit. ( punctuated by a sweet, brief kiss. ) The idea of you keeping me to yourself sounds much better, actually.
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he chuckles, and within a beat she's shrouded in his jacket, enrobing her in a sudden balm of heat and that distinct scent she recognizes from burrowing into his chest time and time again. it all whirls around her, almost dizzying. she can't help but to wonder if this stirring, this teeming energy beneath her skin as he winds his hands about her waist, is something like that telltale feeling of coming home after a long day.
they melt into one another when foreheads graze, that smirk still written surely across her lips as she watches him from beneath her lashes, thumbs brushing at each side of his chest. can you blame me? he asks, only the part of her lips is stolen by his affections and the words are hushed to silence instead.
there's something promising to the kiss, in the knowing of their being alone, even if just tucked away from the bodies in the main dining hall. almost as if a tiny spark of a reminder that they would have the evening to themselves later, truly to themselves. her heart swells at the lingerie lying in wait in her bag back at the hotelโ all of it, all of this, pulls a honeyed vibration of a hum from the bed of her throat. that very smile he wished to taste is what breaks the connection, but she doesn't stray too far, mouths still close enough that brims stumble when she finally speaks. )
Not even a little bit. ( punctuated by a sweet, brief kiss. ) The idea of you keeping me to yourself sounds much better, actually.