tryna get my Usher on but I can't let it burn

Honey wherever you go, I know

His arms curl around her back as she joins him flat, fingertips sketching out designs of adoration along every slope and curve he can reach. Light skims here, deeper rolls there, trailing absently up and down the path between her shoulder and the rounding of her ass. Beneath, he's grinning like a fool for every sweep of her lips, the touch like breath over cooling embers that flare bright but have nothing to burn.

As she comes to rest at his shoulder, his movements slow, until just his thumb is lightly dragging against her, and then eventually even that quiets as he just holds her. A contented sigh releases, and it's possible he'd have fallen asleep then and there if not for the interrupting spray of the shower against his face. Then, the sound of her laughter, his own rising to meet it before he even knows why. It's a gentle, hushed sort of laughter, broken frequently by breath, too overladen with joy not to join her in its expression.

He tilts his head, one eye parting to find her, smile stretching in response to her disbelief and doubling for his pants. "I can't believe every time I'm with you my fit is a problem," having reclaimed his vocabulary, he laughs richer. "Just going to wear those rip-away clothes from now on, solve everything."

Kaisel

I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you