She lets out a soft little whimper at the little nibbling touches, one hand coming up to slide her fingers through his adorably always-messy hair.
It's ... nice. She can feel him against her, feel how much he wants her and she's certain he can feel her wanting him and yet. No rush. No mad frantic movements, nothing but touching each other, savoring each other.
It's the sort of thing that she's been around enough to recognize as infinitely precious, and it makes her hold on just a little tighter.
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Date: 2008-04-07 12:11 am (UTC)It's ... nice. She can feel him against her, feel how much he wants her and she's certain he can feel her wanting him and yet. No rush. No mad frantic movements, nothing but touching each other, savoring each other.
It's the sort of thing that she's been around enough to recognize as infinitely precious, and it makes her hold on just a little tighter.