[ even with the slight hit she grants to his chest, it doesn't make him lose the playful smugness in his expression, knowing that such little games have become a normality for them, that everything they say could carry a series of different meanings and it doesn't change how they are, that what they have might be more durable than he might have once thought it to be.
whatever darkness he'd just been talking about, it's far from his mind now, like there's no temptation to fall back into it, no consideration to throw himself back into storage when he could be here instead.
whether it's in recognition of that feeling or in response to what she says, his gaze lingers on her as he leans back into her, finding her lips with his own to offer the slow press of his kiss, no longer chaste as he seeks the heated taste of her mouth. despite the suggestion of their conversation, of his tongue grazing against her lip, he doesn't chase further, simply enjoying her here, like he's trying to put it all to memory, like it's important that he does.
when he sighs against her mouth, he only draws back enough to meet her eyes, his fingers reaching into his pocket to pull out the bottle she'd tucked there, raising it up with a rise of his own brow as if ask her one more time with certainty. ]
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whatever darkness he'd just been talking about, it's far from his mind now, like there's no temptation to fall back into it, no consideration to throw himself back into storage when he could be here instead.
whether it's in recognition of that feeling or in response to what she says, his gaze lingers on her as he leans back into her, finding her lips with his own to offer the slow press of his kiss, no longer chaste as he seeks the heated taste of her mouth. despite the suggestion of their conversation, of his tongue grazing against her lip, he doesn't chase further, simply enjoying her here, like he's trying to put it all to memory, like it's important that he does.
when he sighs against her mouth, he only draws back enough to meet her eyes, his fingers reaching into his pocket to pull out the bottle she'd tucked there, raising it up with a rise of his own brow as if ask her one more time with certainty. ]