my bones are caving in

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

"He does insist," soft words croon out in response to hers, as his own head tilted slightly lower, slightly closer, his expression still somewhat goofy and overly dramatic, but now softened with a knowing huskiness. When her form arches and presses against his, he almost abandons the play-act, as he leans back down against her, reciprocating the pressure (feeling it already begin to swell, to pool in that area about his loins, ready and responding to her always). But their clothing separates them still, and he finds restraint and lifts himself back up slightly as her words play back at him.

"Hmm, I seem to recall a matter of a toothache the other night - best check on that again first." His hips sink lower again, his form melding along hers as he leans in close all along her own body, before rocking his hips slightly to generate some friction between their rather intimate proximities. All the while, he was gently tracing her jawline with his thumb, his own face coming closer still - until he couldn't resist any longer, seeking out her mouth with his, to lose himself in a kiss, his hands slipping to support her behind her head, to tangle in her locks.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE