He tilts his head into her touch, like a pleased cat, turning a little so he can kiss the inside of her wrist. It's strange, to hear that soft confession--when they'd first met he would have reflexively (a reflex born partly out of fear) rejected it offhand as something trite and sentimental born of fleeting sexual attraction. Now he understands what it means, on a level that goes beyond the words, beyond even the fact that they're naked in bed together and both halfway aroused.
He leans in to kiss the base of her throat, lingering and slow.
"Good thing you can always see me," he whispers, a soft wet breath against her skin.
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Date: 2017-02-28 03:23 am (UTC)He leans in to kiss the base of her throat, lingering and slow.
"Good thing you can always see me," he whispers, a soft wet breath against her skin.