[ There's a soft laugh that comes as her hand lies upon him, where his own wandering palm had gone so many times before now, and the only thing left for him to do is to lean in and kiss her gently, to tilt his head and steal more of her warmth and her affection for himself. He remains unworthy, remains foolish, but he longs for it, longs for her.
She had chosen to stay with him. It reminds him of how beautiful the world can be, because he sees it all in her features.
Breathing out softly, he closes his eyes. ]
Fewer clothes seems a most sensible suggestion.
[ Tilting his head, his mouth trails along her skin. ]
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She had chosen to stay with him. It reminds him of how beautiful the world can be, because he sees it all in her features.
Breathing out softly, he closes his eyes. ]
Fewer clothes seems a most sensible suggestion.
[ Tilting his head, his mouth trails along her skin. ]
Perhaps you would lead the way.