Fervor returned only sweetened the very few thoughts presently contorting through her mind; the deeper portions of her heart and her chest and her ribs struck crescendos and melodic pieces. She wasn’t told she was too much or not enough or anything in between – affection given and taken in reprisal and renewal. She could’ve collapsed into him and not felt one thing save for the sparks between, quite content to be indulgent and open in their desires. No misunderstandings, no confusion, no turmoil, no disasters.
At one point her hand fluttered downward, making a trail down his neck and grasping at his shirt – probably given enough time for her to peel back only for some air. Lashes heavy against her cheeks, she peeked at him from under their blooming haze, lightly laughing. Someone well behind them was whistling, but she scarcely heard it (nor Mitten’s incessant grumbling). “Still sure?” A tease on a whisper; believing in certainty but wanting to hear it too.
At one point her hand fluttered downward, making a trail down his neck and grasping at his shirt – probably given enough time for her to peel back only for some air. Lashes heavy against her cheeks, she peeked at him from under their blooming haze, lightly laughing. Someone well behind them was whistling, but she scarcely heard it (nor Mitten’s incessant grumbling). “Still sure?” A tease on a whisper; believing in certainty but wanting to hear it too.
Lena
