( there's a grateful little smile that she hides against him, that he lets himself fall so willingly back into that tempered warmth at one point, the first night they'd met, she would of thought he'd never believed himself to hold. he doesn't harp on her insecurities or let her fester too long within them, not without untucking her with a smirk she can see before her eyes even flicker down to find it there, the very things she'd come to remember of him whenever, if ever, this didn't work in their favor. this city has a way of surprising you. and maybe they're both just sticking it out, new yorkers, at heart, even if there's irredeemable pieces of them out there.
she laughs again, a sound that reaches the heart of her belly — an honest laugh. )
I dunno. I think we gave it a good run.
( a sly quip, a flare of mischief finding her hues before she's pressing up onto her own elbow, hovering over him, now. she hums, another quick kiss to his lips, the line of his jaw, lips running along the shell of his ear as she finds his hand blindly in the dark. she makes to sit upright, but not before a murmured: )
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she laughs again, a sound that reaches the heart of her belly — an honest laugh. )
I dunno. I think we gave it a good run.
( a sly quip, a flare of mischief finding her hues before she's pressing up onto her own elbow, hovering over him, now. she hums, another quick kiss to his lips, the line of his jaw, lips running along the shell of his ear as she finds his hand blindly in the dark. she makes to sit upright, but not before a murmured: )
Come with me.