On the contrary, the only thing that's as beautiful as your mouth is your mind. [He can't abide by letting that comment hang in the air. He tilts his face against her hand, craving touch from someone he's been skin to skin with almost all day, every day.
His free hand creeps down her front, fingers slipping between her thighs.]
Lucky you've got a fondness for fossils, you mean.
[ Lucy blushes, actually blushes. Not something she's known to do often, but he has the unique ability to draw it out of her.
That was what she meant. The beautiful things he says to her, about her. The beautiful life they're living together.
But she's content to exchange this teasing, both verbal and physical. She's not wearing underwear, by design and because they fall asleep tangled together. If he slips a finger between her lips, he'll feel the wet heat breach her opening. ]
Sure. [ She attempts to joke back, tilting her head up toward him while her thighs tighten around his wrist. ] Maybe a touch more than a fondness?
Yeah. [He agrees, looking meaningfully at her. He can actively feel himself falling way too deeply here. Problem is? It's the best he's felt in years. Running on something other than cigarettes and spite is doing something for him.
She makes him want to wake up happy. It's dangerous.
But he's closing his eyes and moving in to kiss her. Morning breath be damned, straight for tongue. And his finger curls over her clit, rubbing firm circles while kissing her.
[ Her face falls and her eyes open, not for any unhappiness. Studying his face, an aching sort of want written across her own.
It hurts, this level of wanting. She didn't know it would hurt. Nobody warned her.
Her whole body is aching for him when she opens her leg to wrap it around his hip, the split between her thighs wide and inviting. She beckons him inside with a needy pull around his cock.
Her face buries into his throat, feeling awfully shy now. ]
[Well, he hadn't wanted to selfishly draw attention to it, but he is very hard. He welcomes the invitation from her hand, humming low in his throat. Wish he didn't feel guilty every time she made him feel good.
He brushes her hair aside, contorting to nudge her aside enough that he can brush his lips up her neck and kiss her jaw and cheek.
His hand slips under hers to guide his cock inside her, letting the head of his cock circle her entrance before pushing deeper. He exhales against her ear, murmuring into it.]
M'not, [ she denies, weakly. Shuddering in his clutches, the welcome stretch of her body bringing him home. She exhales, squeezing the knob of his shoulder. Her leg slips higher up, to his hip.
Her hair is in her eyes. She opens them to peek up at him. Searching his, a vastness of yearning inside hers. ]
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His free hand creeps down her front, fingers slipping between her thighs.]
Lucky you've got a fondness for fossils, you mean.
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That was what she meant. The beautiful things he says to her, about her. The beautiful life they're living together.
But she's content to exchange this teasing, both verbal and physical. She's not wearing underwear, by design and because they fall asleep tangled together. If he slips a finger between her lips, he'll feel the wet heat breach her opening. ]
Sure. [ She attempts to joke back, tilting her head up toward him while her thighs tighten around his wrist. ] Maybe a touch more than a fondness?
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She makes him want to wake up happy. It's dangerous.
But he's closing his eyes and moving in to kiss her. Morning breath be damned, straight for tongue. And his finger curls over her clit, rubbing firm circles while kissing her.
When he pulls back, he smiles.]
Maybe a lot more than a fondness.
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It hurts, this level of wanting. She didn't know it would hurt. Nobody warned her.
Her whole body is aching for him when she opens her leg to wrap it around his hip, the split between her thighs wide and inviting. She beckons him inside with a needy pull around his cock.
Her face buries into his throat, feeling awfully shy now. ]
Yeah. Me too.
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He brushes her hair aside, contorting to nudge her aside enough that he can brush his lips up her neck and kiss her jaw and cheek.
His hand slips under hers to guide his cock inside her, letting the head of his cock circle her entrance before pushing deeper. He exhales against her ear, murmuring into it.]
Why're you hiding your face, Lu?
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Her hair is in her eyes. She opens them to peek up at him. Searching his, a vastness of yearning inside hers. ]
Just ... realized something. Is all.
[ She tries to kiss him to shut herself up. ]
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He holds her face with one hand, the other rests on the curve of her ass. His hips start to grind slowly under her.
When their lips part, he's keeping her head in place so he can look at her.]
What did you realise?
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It was always a possibility. She just didn't expect it to be so much. Life-altering. Upending.
In his grasp, her mouth flutters, bliss and vulnerability simultaneous. She folds, as she always does for him. ]
That I love you.
[ Blurts out, voice awe-tinged. Like she doesn't know what to do with it all. Like he snuck up on her.
She half-sits up, hair undone, her hips unceasing. She says it again. ]
I love you.