[oh, he knows what that means, too. he can't help but laugh, burying the noise in the crook of his--her shoulder, while he breathes her in. they're always strange to him, these transitions; it feels almost like he should reintroduce himself.
so he straightens, the last of his chuckling left in open air. he stops gripping her wrist to grab her by the hip instead and pull her up against him. his other hand is almost immediately buried in that hair he likes, palm pressed up against her cheek.]
You like that? [gods, it makes him want to laugh all over again. he settles for kissing her instead, consuming and indulgent and completely ignorant of their surroundings.]
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so he straightens, the last of his chuckling left in open air. he stops gripping her wrist to grab her by the hip instead and pull her up against him. his other hand is almost immediately buried in that hair he likes, palm pressed up against her cheek.]
You like that? [gods, it makes him want to laugh all over again. he settles for kissing her instead, consuming and indulgent and completely ignorant of their surroundings.]