Lust drunk or simply wine drunk, Grace can’t tell the difference but his acknowledgement of just how differently the night might’ve gone a glass or two ago sends a thrill down her spine. He wanted her, too.
His groan has a self satisfied giggle loosing itself from the blonde and it’s as she pulls back a little that she realizes just how difficult she’s making it on the poor man. While on a clear headed night she might’ve blushed and gingerly removed herself from the situation she’d caused but then again, she wasn’t clear headed and he’d admitted that if she were, she wouldn’t need to excuse herself. A smirk pulled across Grace’s lips, her gaze falling a moment to where his fingers drew designs along her thigh before rising to find his again, “And you are?”
Fingers twined, the woman brought his knuckles to her lips, brushing featherlight kisses across them. Another time she’d wonder if for all the trauma, all the hurt, this was their prize. If Daniel was always meant to be the grounding force of her life, the rock that made her stronger even in moments she didn’t think she could be. Was she something like that for him? Even with all this moment had cost him, did he regret it?
Grace rested their joined hands against her chest as her free fingers gently drew along Daniel’s features, that smirk having cooled some though the smile remained as she traced along his cheekbone, down his nose, across the lips that she would gladly kiss again and again and– “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured almost reverently, fingers drawing along his jaw to brush his mussed hair from his face before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “so– Good.”
“ Oh I am behaving like a gentleman, ” he assured her, a smirk to match hers crossing his face. He could definitely have been doing so much worse. He really wanted to be doing worse.
His eyes move from her lips as they ghosted over his knuckles to her chest as she draws their hands down. It isn’t in a perverted way. ( In all honestly he never really’d leered at her as others blatantly had Fitch. ) He’d definitely flirted shamelessly but he’d known there was no interest then. It had been safe. Now he had to be careful. He wanted to be respectful. Less of his former asshole self.
He remained still as her free hand began to trace over his features. It was like he was holding his breath as she explored him. If anything she was the beautiful one. He was clean currently. He was unshaven. He was ruggedly handsome from what he’d heard. But he’d never been called beautiful.
Turning his face slightly he stole a kiss before she could pull away. Leaning forward he began to switch their positions, moving to tower over her now instead. The hands between them were drawn to his chest now, over his heart. The hand on her thigh moves to the floor beside her to support himself as he begins to practically lay on top of her, gently.
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