my bones are caving in

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

With her nestling in close to him, he almost regrets surprising her with his ass-cheek grabbing. But then, he did love her ass, and it was just so grab-able. Running his hands up her back and crossing them over the base of her back in a gentle embrace, he was quite satisfied with his summation of her - there was, of course, so much more to her than those simple words, but he was glad he had brought a smile to those full lips of hers regardless.

Then her hand is running along his jaw, playing with the shadow of a beard that forms there barely a day after he shaves. He leaned into her touch, welcoming it, his eyes holding her gaze. He gave a gentle squeeze of his embrace to her, loving the feel of her against him, wishing it might never end.

"Always, huh?" he asked, before shifting himself beneath her slightly, opening his arms slightly so that he might help slide her body up his a bit to be more level with him - to bring his lips closer to hers, frankly. "Always sounds good to me." He breathed back, bringing his own hand up to cup her face, to run his thumb along her lower lip, to let his fingers get tangled in her hair, to give her scalp a soothing massage.

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

CHULANE