[Part of her wants to suggest that they should arrange for it to happen more often, but she stays herself— they had already agreed on wanting things to move in the same direction, but no doubt they both still felt some caution necessary. Besides, with such an agreement in place, she supposes that might be implied to begin with.
She nudges inward, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of his neck, the scent of him warm and inviting, the tang of sweat serving as its undercurrent, and as he tucks an arm behind his own head, she props herself up on one elbow so that she can lightly trace the curve of his ear with her finger, teasing at a loose lock of his hair while his own touch moves over the hand against his belly.]
You're even lovely when you first wake.
[How is that even fair? She laughs softly, shaking her head— not everyone is so fortunate, though if she has any misgivings about what she looks like first thing in the morning, it certainly doesn't show, especially not as she leans forward to press another kiss against his sweet, smiling mouth.]
Is this— too much?
[She asks him with her lips still hovering close to his. They are rather a mess, aren't they? And while she feels herself compelled to show him affection, to kiss and touch and enjoy the warmth that comes with being curled up beside him, if he would prefer her to allow him some space, it's a request she can most certainly honor— difficult as it may be to do so.]
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She nudges inward, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of his neck, the scent of him warm and inviting, the tang of sweat serving as its undercurrent, and as he tucks an arm behind his own head, she props herself up on one elbow so that she can lightly trace the curve of his ear with her finger, teasing at a loose lock of his hair while his own touch moves over the hand against his belly.]
You're even lovely when you first wake.
[How is that even fair? She laughs softly, shaking her head— not everyone is so fortunate, though if she has any misgivings about what she looks like first thing in the morning, it certainly doesn't show, especially not as she leans forward to press another kiss against his sweet, smiling mouth.]
Is this— too much?
[She asks him with her lips still hovering close to his. They are rather a mess, aren't they? And while she feels herself compelled to show him affection, to kiss and touch and enjoy the warmth that comes with being curled up beside him, if he would prefer her to allow him some space, it's a request she can most certainly honor— difficult as it may be to do so.]