[Which is one of those things people say sometimes as a throwaway, an alternative to "you're welcome," but for him, he means it. She's beautiful, and the way she arches against his mouth, curves that spine away from the bed and moans and writhes with her fists in the sheets, that's even more beautiful, and it's all for him.
So she can have all the kisses she wants, and she claims enough but he steals another anyway, then smiles and sits up so he can drag the blankets out from under their feet and over the top of them both, trapping all that warmth before it can leach away.
He's quick to get his arms back around her, afterward. She feels right, pressed against him like this. Maybe he's taken to cuddles too, at least when he's this happy and this beat.
One more kiss, then one more on her forehead, before he gives a content sigh.]
Almost can't believe I found you in that shithole of a town. What if I hadn't decided to stop there? Weird thought, isn't it?
[Just idle musing, though. Can't put too much weight on things like chance and alternate versions of the past. Maybe some part of him knew all along that he'd find her there, maybe that's why he wound up there. Impossible to puzzle out reasons for things that happen to him, really.]
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[Which is one of those things people say sometimes as a throwaway, an alternative to "you're welcome," but for him, he means it. She's beautiful, and the way she arches against his mouth, curves that spine away from the bed and moans and writhes with her fists in the sheets, that's even more beautiful, and it's all for him.
So she can have all the kisses she wants, and she claims enough but he steals another anyway, then smiles and sits up so he can drag the blankets out from under their feet and over the top of them both, trapping all that warmth before it can leach away.
He's quick to get his arms back around her, afterward. She feels right, pressed against him like this. Maybe he's taken to cuddles too, at least when he's this happy and this beat.
One more kiss, then one more on her forehead, before he gives a content sigh.]
Almost can't believe I found you in that shithole of a town. What if I hadn't decided to stop there? Weird thought, isn't it?
[Just idle musing, though. Can't put too much weight on things like chance and alternate versions of the past. Maybe some part of him knew all along that he'd find her there, maybe that's why he wound up there. Impossible to puzzle out reasons for things that happen to him, really.]