( as their sounds fade, there's nothing more than the delicate cacophony of rain beginning to drum against the roof, making it's lazy trails along the window panes. a blink, and she catches one of those streams merging with another, listening to the way his pulse echos in the cave of his chest so close to her, buried just beneath the press of her cheek. he speaks and she can feel it rumble within him, pressing another kiss to his collar, a second, before she's drawing herself up to meet their foreheads together once more, a commonplace, by now.
she grins, a sleepy sight. her lids are heavy, the unfamiliar beckoning of rest calling to her, and still the only thing she's sharply aware of is him. )
So they say.
( as long as you don't want me to go.
as willing as she was for sleep to find her, to nestle around them, what was to guarantee he'd still be there, by morning? it was easier than stitching together a goodbye, slipping from her during the night when she can't feel it; yet. she detests that these darker murmurs find her whenever she's met with something good, but ridding of them, the place they've found within her skull, is a feat that's none to easy to undo. carefully, she's lifting her hips, if only so she can settle atop him again more comfortably once he's slipped out of her like a breath, so there's nothing left to say she has to move, and when she folds against him again, it's with a contented sigh. )
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she grins, a sleepy sight. her lids are heavy, the unfamiliar beckoning of rest calling to her, and still the only thing she's sharply aware of is him. )
So they say.
( as long as you don't want me to go.
as willing as she was for sleep to find her, to nestle around them, what was to guarantee he'd still be there, by morning? it was easier than stitching together a goodbye, slipping from her during the night when she can't feel it; yet. she detests that these darker murmurs find her whenever she's met with something good, but ridding of them, the place they've found within her skull, is a feat that's none to easy to undo. carefully, she's lifting her hips, if only so she can settle atop him again more comfortably once he's slipped out of her like a breath, so there's nothing left to say she has to move, and when she folds against him again, it's with a contented sigh. )