ah-- you're going to leave a mark. /sorry (no im not)
@1stdaughter / 🧍♂️.
he would be a liar if he said that he didn't know how they ended up in this position — a kiss to the inside of her leg where it rested next to his head in response to her hands tangled in his hair. to eventually face her on his knees was only natural ; almost laughable ( something in him supplies 'pitiful' ) the way that when blue landed on her he felt that oppressive loneliness lighten as though they've not been together all evening. now, rather than counting it among his weaknesses, he chooses to count the way she fills him as a strength. time and again, he chooses to lay focus on her rather than on himself — easier, sweeter.
he chooses her when a hand moves up her thigh and fingers dip beneath the leg of her shorts, he chooses her when he rises enough to place one knee onto the couch between her legs — so close but not quite — and he definitely chooses her between every kiss after he's settled into said position, every one bleeding want. he doesn't stop at pressing his lips to her temple — like a friend saying goodbye might would. he trails down the side of her face in lingering, heavy things. she'll go home in the morning, he'll leave tomorrow night — he settles, finally, on a spot beneath her jaw, close enough to her ear for a rare, genuinely contented exhale to be caught. he'd stay forever. they don't have that.
always pushing forward — his hand previously so occupied rubbing circles deftly moves beneath to tug her closer, and when his knee connects properly with heat, that's greed, urgency. her hand slips to his shoulder, grips there, and she whines. it only encourages him to entrench in her further. through it he registers that she's right; where his teeth have caught and played at perfumed skin, it'll likely bruise. there's an amused huff of air against her before mustering up the will to relent for just a moment. all it takes for him to think of a drawer full of solutions. and so, ever the problem solver, he offers up in a low tone, breath passing her ear since he couldn't bear to be any further, ❛ i like the green one. ❜ and he's back at her neck, words rumbling against, ❛ that's a spring color, right? ❜