[ the fingers that brush against his cheek are almost softer than he expects, a predecessor to the slip of her mouth on his, a gentle caress that spells the quiet of their hold now, how they remain perched in one another's arms, unrushed to progress so quickly beyond this.
but there's a slight ache in his thighs from the prolonged position, tense now from how he'd been rocking his body so forcibly while resting his knees from the mattress.
he puts a firm hold on her back to keep her close to him, support offered to keep them nudged together even as he leans hid body forward, resting her back against the mattress before he follows suit, half of his body resting to the side of her to keep his own weight from sinking into her. his palm remains at her waist, steady as he lets their kisses carry on, stolen in languid beats. ]
( there's a slight relief when he moves them back, using the seconds before he kisses her again to stretch her legs out.
they're in no hurry and that, as slow kisses continue, feels a rare thing. a lost thing. when was the last time she'd just allowed herself a moment like this in her lovers embrace?
there's a nudge with her nose as she moves her lips from his, head dipping as she rests it to his neck, just where it meets his shoulder. and she sighs, a soft, contented little thing )
[ he lets himself drown in these moments when the opportunity rises, aware of their rarity and his inability to keep them snatched for long. not only is it a soldier's burden but with credit to many of his own personal demons, he hasn't known how to live in the silence.
everything remains a battlefield, in his fists, in his mind, even here where he seeks the chase of a thrill in the streets, settling for low time criminals to ease the urging monster instead.
but then there's minutes he can steal like this, holding a woman close to his body, eyes drawn close, her mouth tender to his neck with soft caresses, and he finds for a brief moment, he can breathe. even if it's, as always, faded to vanish when the reality slithers its way back in.
for now, though, he holds quill for as long as she allows, tips of his fingers grazing over her shoulder and ghost touches gliding across to the bone of her back, soaking it all in for all its worth. ]
( his touch along her back, even for how light it is prompts a soft sound, not quite a moan but something familiar. there's the thought to warn him that if he continues he'll find her interest stirred back up but the words don't seem to come.
instead, quill lifts her head from where she'd rest it, bringing her hands to his chest and giving a careful push, encouraging him onto his back.
she'll move against him, adjusting her position to lay her head at his shoulder, hand resting on his chest. her fingers trace slowly, soft exploration of the scar they find themselves near )
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but there's a slight ache in his thighs from the prolonged position, tense now from how he'd been rocking his body so forcibly while resting his knees from the mattress.
he puts a firm hold on her back to keep her close to him, support offered to keep them nudged together even as he leans hid body forward, resting her back against the mattress before he follows suit, half of his body resting to the side of her to keep his own weight from sinking into her. his palm remains at her waist, steady as he lets their kisses carry on, stolen in languid beats. ]
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they're in no hurry and that, as slow kisses continue, feels a rare thing. a lost thing. when was the last time she'd just allowed herself a moment like this in her lovers embrace?
there's a nudge with her nose as she moves her lips from his, head dipping as she rests it to his neck, just where it meets his shoulder. and she sighs, a soft, contented little thing )
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everything remains a battlefield, in his fists, in his mind, even here where he seeks the chase of a thrill in the streets, settling for low time criminals to ease the urging monster instead.
but then there's minutes he can steal like this, holding a woman close to his body, eyes drawn close, her mouth tender to his neck with soft caresses, and he finds for a brief moment, he can breathe. even if it's, as always, faded to vanish when the reality slithers its way back in.
for now, though, he holds quill for as long as she allows, tips of his fingers grazing over her shoulder and ghost touches gliding across to the bone of her back, soaking it all in for all its worth. ]
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instead, quill lifts her head from where she'd rest it, bringing her hands to his chest and giving a careful push, encouraging him onto his back.
she'll move against him, adjusting her position to lay her head at his shoulder, hand resting on his chest. her fingers trace slowly, soft exploration of the scar they find themselves near )