It's perfect. Beyond, reframes, remakes what perfect is, can be. Should.
She can't help laughing as first he makes a noise while stiffening and then he starts to squirm within her arms, making everything inside her bubble up even faster. All delight, all success, and she can't stop herself now. She places a kiss against the top of his shoulder by his neck as he struggles, saying he can't feel the bowl, and again, at the far corner of his shoulder as he tried to turn, talking about the wisk while she tried to hold her hands tight, still giggling, and again, a third kiss, at the top of his arm before she had to let go.
Even as letting go meant nothing more than that she had all of him turned forward toward her, and she helped him shift one arm over her head, asking, with a challenging lack of unrepentance, "Can you feel that?"
Before she was doing the exact thing he'd done only minutes ago. Leaning up to catch his mouth, even as her balance was some dance she didn't care to even worry about between being on her toes, and the arm on his shoulder, and the hand on his neck, and the solid weight of his arms curling back tight around her. Where he should be, should have always been.
Unable to stop, not from kissing him, and not from laughing, when Nathan shakes his head.
The most blatant of lies, Audrey called a bluff on under with only kissing him more.
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Date: 2018-08-08 11:13 am (UTC)She can't help laughing as first he makes a noise while stiffening and then he starts to squirm within her arms, making everything inside her bubble up even faster. All delight, all success, and she can't stop herself now. She places a kiss against the top of his shoulder by his neck as he struggles, saying he can't feel the bowl, and again, at the far corner of his shoulder as he tried to turn, talking about the wisk while she tried to hold her hands tight, still giggling, and again, a third kiss, at the top of his arm before she had to let go.
Even as letting go meant nothing more than that she had all of him turned forward toward her, and she helped him shift one arm over her head, asking, with a challenging lack of unrepentance, "Can you feel that?"
Before she was doing the exact thing he'd done only minutes ago. Leaning up to catch his mouth, even as her balance was some dance she didn't care to even worry about between being on her toes, and the arm on his shoulder, and the hand on his neck, and the solid weight of his arms curling back tight around her. Where he should be, should have always been.
Unable to stop, not from kissing him, and not from laughing, when Nathan shakes his head.
The most blatant of lies, Audrey called a bluff on under with only kissing him more.