Amalia
stop thinking so much
Or perhaps it is she who will fall down. A squeak of surprise is all she can manage before her body is largely submerged, pressed down by his far greater bulk as he leans against her. Surprise, and then a hearty laugh ripples through her compressed chest, a little muted by his weight on her diaphragm but rich and amused nonetheless. There's something comforting about the feeling of a body pressed to hers; her knees rise up to hook beneath his arms, and she lets her fingers trail to his upturned face, dancing lightly across his nose, the apples of his cheeks. She holds onto it as long as she can before the need to breathe becomes too much; coughing a little, Amalia pushes his shoulders, hoping to get him off her belly so she can inhale a much needed breath.
Say]"You're huge!" she exclaims once she catches her breath, laughing playfully, her arms around his shoulders, falling against his chest. She lets her lips linger on the curve of his neck, kisses placed in a rising thread, up his nape and over his ear, distracted once again. The feeling of hair makes her nose crinkle a little, his beard tickling on her skin. "Do you ever shave?" she questions idly, between the ministrations of her lips and tongue.
you're breaking your own heart