(He knows there's definitely a myriad of reasons for this, including and definitely not limited to the husband she hasn't heard from in seven months, but he does. Not. Care.)
No, instead she makes these sounds, the first of which he nearly misses in the newness of kissing her, the second of which he does not miss at all, moving his hands from her face to her shoulders to her waist and then pulling her into his lap. He wants more. Craves it. But he's aware that there are people not too far around them, that he can't peel her out of her leather armor (good colors, by the way), at least not here and not now.
He can still kiss her though, and does, possessive and insistent, mouth opening to allow his tongue to lick against her lips, pulling her bottom one in between his teeth. ]
Lexie, [ he breathes, heavy against her mouth, but there's nothing else to say, nothing else to demand of her in this moment. ]
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That's some sort of miracle, surely.
(He knows there's definitely a myriad of reasons for this, including and definitely not limited to the husband she hasn't heard from in seven months, but he does. Not. Care.)
No, instead she makes these sounds, the first of which he nearly misses in the newness of kissing her, the second of which he does not miss at all, moving his hands from her face to her shoulders to her waist and then pulling her into his lap. He wants more. Craves it. But he's aware that there are people not too far around them, that he can't peel her out of her leather armor (good colors, by the way), at least not here and not now.
He can still kiss her though, and does, possessive and insistent, mouth opening to allow his tongue to lick against her lips, pulling her bottom one in between his teeth. ]
Lexie, [ he breathes, heavy against her mouth, but there's nothing else to say, nothing else to demand of her in this moment. ]