Reese’s stomach flips, somersaults, squeezes itself when their lips touch each other and she can’t help herself when she laughs, all that glee just spilling right out onto Sky’s mouth and she’s glad Sky joins her in it too. With each kiss she’s uttering a loud little ‘mmm!’ as she’s forced to keep quiet a moment and the next she’s laughing again, and then kissing, and laughing, over and over.
”You’re embarrasin’ me,” she says, before bumping their noses together as they kiss again.
“Sorry,” she mumbles, but she doesn’t stop kissing her, the laughter infectious, giggling along and grinning so hard it makes the kisses difficult. But she manages, somehow. One hand goes to stroke down her braid, caressing it, and the other holds her face, drawing her in each time their mouths meet.
This could go on forever and Sky would be happy. Just the fact that Reese hasn’t gone to touch her anywhere other than where she’s naturally comfortable being touched, the way that they’re both at ease with the kissing, it’s perfect, and Reese is perfect, too.
Reese’s little mmms become louder, more pleased at the touch on her hair. She hasn’t had anyone else to touch it in ages and now here she is, getting kisses and someone playing with it. Blissful, really, and she wants it to last forever if they can get away with it.
And yet, before Reese can even make a quip at how not sorry Sky truly is, a loud yip interrupts her. She snaps away from Sky’s hand, looking over her shoulder and there they are - her coyotes, walking right in on her. She’s half miffed, half alarmed they might try hurting Sky... But they’re friendly enough, it seems, as one of them simply saunters forward and starts licking right on Reese’s face, and the other two simply sniffing in Sky’s direction.
“No-- not now-- ppbthth--“
