[ It's strange, how much more weight a kiss can hold after a few months. She's dizzy with it, face tipping up to meet the soft brush of his lips on her cheek. Smiling softly against his chin, she lets her own lips skim the curve of his jaw, leaving a soft trail of kisses there.
Maybe she just hadn't known how much she'd missed it. The feeling of letting someone in close. Casual encounters are a sore substitute, and she's not sure she could pull away now if she tried. Arms shifting down to hook around his middle, she hums a small smile against his neck. ]
no subject
Maybe she just hadn't known how much she'd missed it. The feeling of letting someone in close. Casual encounters are a sore substitute, and she's not sure she could pull away now if she tried. Arms shifting down to hook around his middle, she hums a small smile against his neck. ]