“Are you joking?” Her brows furrow for a second, shaking her head. “You’re enough, Ori. You’re great.” She means it, but before she can make sure that he knows that he’s already kissed her, and she supposes that means it’s not a debate, which she can respect. It’s only a few moments later when she’s giggling against his skin, intoxicated by his skin and he says it’s very nice. She’s focusing on the dip between his jawline and his neck, peppering it with kisses and fighting the urge to give leave him with bruised love bites; they’re too old for that, aren’t they? His hand down her back makes her shiver, and she presses her body a little tighter against his, enjoying the softness of his caress and the gentle tones of their voices. Elsie had always liked things easy like this, slow and meticulous. She moves a hand to the side of his neck, to gently hold as she moved to be face to face with him once again. “Sorry,” she says sheepishly. “I know my hands are cold.” And her lips brush his, not quite a kiss, but not not one, either.
Orion was almost glad he kissed her before she’d have too much time to try and tell him otherwise. Compliments never really settled well with him, maybe it was just because it had been so long since he’s been given one and also maybe the fact he could never believe the other person. El sounded so sincere though, he almost wished he had let her say more. On some level he ached to hear them. Goose bumps rise up as he feels her laugh against his skin despite her breath being warm. It was an odd sensation but he didn’t mind. Orion tilts his neck to give her better access, she had found one of his weaknesses. They continue to go through the motions, her pressed up against him and him still pulling her closer. As she pulls away to face him he takes the opportunity to pull her onto his lap. “You don’t have to apologize.” He continues to speak softly as their lips brush together.
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