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His calloused hands caress your sides as he gazes down at you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, already anticipating the taste of his lips. Warmth touches your bare skin and urges your body to press against his in surprise.
The smile on his lips being overly pleased with himself at your reaction makes you chuckle quietly. His lips gently press against yours and you don’t hesitate to kiss back.
Imagine his nails scratching your back as you make out. He’s careful- he won’t leave marks and he makes sure it doesn’t hurt. The sensation changes as his hands reach your sides and he tickles you.
He can’t be serious for too long, it seems... and you love that about him.
"My love." Stanford breathes between kisses. He praises you in tongues you don't understand and don't even sound familiar. At one point you ask what it means and he smiles a little- more to himself it seems- and replies, "I think I'll keep it to myself." You whine a little, complaining about how unfair it is and he relents. "I'll tell you one... your love takes my breath away." Poetic- just what you'd expect from the old romantic. You can't get the dopey smile off of your lips and he leans down and kisses the smile, taking your breath away.
Soft kisses and caresses, love being whispered in your ear. You’re blissfully unaware of the outside world. Inside this house- warmed by golden sunlight and his touch- you’re at home... this is your world.
Imagine Ford almost losing you and the only way he can calm down is pressing his ear against your chest to hear your strong, steady heartbeat. His arms wrap around your waist and face on your chest; you pet his hair soothingly until the both of you drift off.
Imagine caressing Ford's cheek with a soft smile on your lips. He's looking into your eyes with utter adoration as his hand lifts up to hold your hand in place. You whisper you love him and in response he turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand softly, whispering against your skin. "I love you, too."
A flood of utter adoration floods through you and you reach forward with your free hand and brush through his hair. To your delight he leans into your touch and sighs with content.
You bring him closer and kiss his lips. His hand slips from yours and settles around your waist as he eagerly kisses you back.
Ford likes to take the time to get to know the person before he even remotely gets involved with them. He’ll laugh and joke and test his boundaries carefully so as not to cross anything meant to be uncrossed. He’s soft and gentle. The kind that’s slow to fall in love.
He’ll start off with his fingers touching yours on the table as he talks or sitting a little closer than usual. He’ll be a little embarrassed when questioned but will have a logical explanation just in case.
He’ll question everything but when he does slow down enough not to it’s just beautiful. Quiet laughter, unhesitant touches and kisses, and unrestrained loving gazes.
Imagine Stan having bouts of pure affection for you. He’ll just come up behind you and hug you around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. “Whatcha cookin’?”
You’ll smile a little and answer with amusement. You know he’s in an affectionate mood and just wants to have some contact. You find when this happens it’s cute. Sometimes he’ll lift you up and place you in his lap to cuddle when you’re curled up reading or watching television out of the blue. Other times he’ll simply hold your hand (this especially happens when it’s hot or the air conditioner goes out). So long as he has physical contact with you he’s fine.
Often you don’t know what’s cuter. Him wanting to cuddle or the pout he gives when denied his cuddling. His bottom lip usually just out just enough for it to still be adorable on his face despite being a grown man. You would sometimes give into the urge and kiss his pouting lips, others you would watch him sulk and pout until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Today you allow it and let him cuddle. Besides... you were in the cuddle mood anyway.
