[ Hei catches her prodding toe with his other hand. Her laugh gives him a hot feeling he doesn't know how to dispose of, of wanting to coax it out again, of wanting to blot all mischief her face in a series of hard kisses. Instead he snatches those prone-to-flailing legs under one arm. Leans forward, his weight half pressed against her, half braced off her as he holds himself up on the column of a rigid free arm. A kiss on her navel, another, then three kisses across: to the set of ribs pressing against her skin, skipping her breasts deliberately, before he cranes up in that final stretch to her face, ]
You'd be surprised how little I care.
[ He's done filthier things with his mouth. But the specifics would not be encouraged. Would, more likely, be met with revulsion and a frantic escape. His head tips as he leans in, lips brushing hers, but not firm enough to be a kiss. Just fitted there as he aspirates, in then out. Whatever he's thinking of, though, whatever it is, it fades. He kisses her suddenly and fiercely, fueled by a surreal kind of need. ]
Sunday! \^^/
You'd be surprised how little I care.
[ He's done filthier things with his mouth. But the specifics would not be encouraged. Would, more likely, be met with revulsion and a frantic escape. His head tips as he leans in, lips brushing hers, but not firm enough to be a kiss. Just fitted there as he aspirates, in then out. Whatever he's thinking of, though, whatever it is, it fades. He kisses her suddenly and fiercely, fueled by a surreal kind of need. ]