Can you feel that? she challenges, amused against his mouth, hand at the back of his neck, arms wreathing around his neck, as if he has ever, in his whole life, felt anything as clearly as this. As he's ever breathed before this deep inhale, when somehow that air never even seems to reach his lungs. Because he's kissing her back, arms winding around her waist, pressing himself close, pulling her in, and it all pauses for a long, impossible moment.
Audrey in his arms, fitting there like he was made to wrap around her. Up on her toes, while he's bending down to reach her. Audrey laughing when he shakes his head with a sly and anything but believable negation, already seeking the next kiss. "Mn-mm."
Blatant as her unrepentant laughter, while her hands travel across his skin like she owns it. Him.
Maybe she does.
Because he can't hold it for even a second more, paused a breath away from her lips, before he breaks, grins, stupid in the face of her touch and her kisses and her laughter and her. Audrey. This bubble he never wants to break out of.
Admits, "Okay, yeah," only so he can lean in again, only so he can taste her laugh while her arms lazily circle his neck and he leans back, tucking her skin to skin, so close he doesn't see how they could ever untangle again.
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Date: 2018-08-08 10:06 pm (UTC)Can you feel that? she challenges, amused against his mouth, hand at the back of his neck, arms wreathing around his neck, as if he has ever, in his whole life, felt anything as clearly as this. As he's ever breathed before this deep inhale, when somehow that air never even seems to reach his lungs. Because he's kissing her back, arms winding around her waist, pressing himself close, pulling her in, and it all pauses for a long, impossible moment.
Audrey in his arms, fitting there like he was made to wrap around her. Up on her toes, while he's bending down to reach her. Audrey laughing when he shakes his head with a sly and anything but believable negation, already seeking the next kiss. "Mn-mm."
Blatant as her unrepentant laughter, while her hands travel across his skin like she owns it. Him.
Maybe she does.
Because he can't hold it for even a second more, paused a breath away from her lips, before he breaks, grins, stupid in the face of her touch and her kisses and her laughter and her. Audrey. This bubble he never wants to break out of.
Admits, "Okay, yeah," only so he can lean in again, only so he can taste her laugh while her arms lazily circle his neck and he leans back, tucking her skin to skin, so close he doesn't see how they could ever untangle again.
He never wants to. Not for anything.