[It's slow. Sweet. It's not a struggle, forcing one thing or another. Coming together and...letting go.
When their lips part, she doesn't seek to pull away. Her nose brushes against his, half nuzzle, half...not quite settling into place. Her eyes stay closed.
She shivers once, before she settles. Fingers move to touch the softness of his hair, the fabric of his shirt. She could stay here for a little while longer, if he feels the same.]
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When their lips part, she doesn't seek to pull away. Her nose brushes against his, half nuzzle, half...not quite settling into place. Her eyes stay closed.
She shivers once, before she settles. Fingers move to touch the softness of his hair, the fabric of his shirt. She could stay here for a little while longer, if he feels the same.]