“I suppose I could be convinced,” she teases, watching as he lowers his head to her chest. His mouth touches her skin, gentle and soft, and she lifts her hand to card her fingers through his dark hair, letting her nails trail lightly along his scalp.
She never can seem to stop touching him once she starts, and she curls her other hand against the back of his neck to give it a comforting squeeze. Her fingertips trail over the nape of his neck and along his shoulders, cataloguing each small mole on his pale skin.
He presses another gentle kiss to her chest and she gathers some of his hair at the top of his head in one hand, brushing it back from his forehead. There’s an extra elastic on her nightstand, so she reaches over to grab it and makes a small bun, simply because it’s long enough to do so, and she can.
“There,” she teases warmly, resting her hands on his shoulders and taking in her handiwork. “Now I can see your pretty face.”
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She never can seem to stop touching him once she starts, and she curls her other hand against the back of his neck to give it a comforting squeeze. Her fingertips trail over the nape of his neck and along his shoulders, cataloguing each small mole on his pale skin.
He presses another gentle kiss to her chest and she gathers some of his hair at the top of his head in one hand, brushing it back from his forehead. There’s an extra elastic on her nightstand, so she reaches over to grab it and makes a small bun, simply because it’s long enough to do so, and she can.
“There,” she teases warmly, resting her hands on his shoulders and taking in her handiwork. “Now I can see your pretty face.”