continued from here // @slqhter
she doesn’t have to tell him twice. not when the warmth of both the bed and her body are so inviting he can hardly think of anywhere else he’d rather be. there are places he SHOULD be but a few more minutes in her presence can do no harm, he supposes. so he climbs back into the mattress, CRAWLING up her tiny body until he can lay his head down against her stomach. one hand snaking around her waist, the other hooking his long fingers to the waistband of the pair of pale pink panties she’s wearing, his lips pressing few kisses to the curve of her waist. ‘ mhm, much better ’ he comments but the words are slightly muffled against her skin. it is so EASY to tell by the content sigh following his words that he’s happy here. by now, silas has made himself comfortable around her space. on her bed, her body always near his, the sound of her voice on his ear. ‘ i should probably get going, though. otherwise, it’ll be real HARD leaving later…— ’ he adds but he doesn’t move a muscle quite yet. ‘ ‘cause i’ll want to take these pretty panties off of you again ’
the sun was beginning to peek in between the shades in her room, signalling that it was time for him to take his leave. but the brunette was selfish and she didn't want him to go just yet, not when she's already missing the feel of his skin against hers and he's barely been gone. nonetheless, the smile that graced her lips when he acquiesced to her request and climbed back up could easily LIGHT up the room. when he laid his head down against her stomach, her fingers tangled with his locks. fits of giggles escaped her lips when his lips descended down the curve of her waist while his fingers remained hooked to the waistband of her pretty panties. “does my stomach a good pillow now, huh?” briar quipped in playfully as she lazily carded her fingers through his locks as she gazed at him fondly. however, at the talks of him leaving already again, she may have tugged at his hair a little harder in protest. pulling on his locks a little so she could take a better look at him, her lips turned into a silent pout. “do you really have to? i’ll let you take them off again as long as you don’t ruin them--” she offered as some form of compromise though she’d LET him ruin all of her pretty underwear if it got him to stay.