-Violet grinned at the stupid surprised look on his face; when they finally pulled away from one another neither was quite sure what was supposed to happen next, so had been staring at the other, unable to full catch their breath, for a full minute before they even attempted speech. What was there to say? That was good? I like being here and don’t want to move? I’d rather you didn’t make out with anyone else for the forseeable future? All of that sappy crap was implied in the tangling of their fingers and the position they were perfectly happy to stay in, his hands resting on her waist while her knees propped her up either side of his. It was the most comfortable she’d been in years, and she couldn’t remember why on earth they hadn’t done this before. Slowly, lazily, she dipped her head to press her smile to his mouth, a gentle brush of the lips just to tide her over before she settled down on his chest. Though her legs stayed where they were, her body was flush to him now, and her ear pressed to his shirt just above the heart. Another brief kiss was planted there, too, as she lost herself in the faint vibrations and the gentle rise and fall of his lungs. God, it felt like a dream, but if it was she did not want to wake up any time soon.