[By Elaine, did you have to sound that way, smell that way? Did you have to taste so fucking perfect (read: exactly as he imagined), and feel like you fit so perfectly against his body?
And yes, he's feeling that too. That last kiss he gives you breaks off with a quiet laugh. And yes, he's murmuring his response over your mouth as he keeps your foreheads pressed together, as his body's shifting, letting his limbs fold all around your form. One of his hands has tangled its fingers between yours. His other hand is resting against the side of your face, and he's rather valiantly resisting the urge to let his fingers chase the line of that jaw, or over your lips.
Maybe later.]
You're not the only one, you know.
[So please: stop thinking. Do continue. Hell, he'll even give you a bit of encouragement, in the form of letting the hand he had against yours slide over your thigh, angling up to snag its fingers oh-so-gently along the waistband of your pants.]
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And yes, he's feeling that too. That last kiss he gives you breaks off with a quiet laugh. And yes, he's murmuring his response over your mouth as he keeps your foreheads pressed together, as his body's shifting, letting his limbs fold all around your form. One of his hands has tangled its fingers between yours. His other hand is resting against the side of your face, and he's rather valiantly resisting the urge to let his fingers chase the line of that jaw, or over your lips.
Maybe later.]
You're not the only one, you know.
[So please: stop thinking. Do continue. Hell, he'll even give you a bit of encouragement, in the form of letting the hand he had against yours slide over your thigh, angling up to snag its fingers oh-so-gently along the waistband of your pants.]