( she's curled onto her side against him, wound by the subtlest touches — that sole fingertip running the column of her arm, the way he adjusts slightly beneath her weight, their figures sighing in unison with one another as they had unconsciously throughout the night, intent to follow, to stay. her hair's a golden halo alit with the sun creeping in behind her, bright along the slope of her, the curve of her waistline before milky flesh is hidden by an afterthought of sheets. he smiles something sweet, and god it's almost as if something within her breaks — a brief moment of clarity, burning the imagery to memory like film.
this. if only she could bottle exactly this.
there's a bashfulness that creeps up to her cheeks, swelling with a smile that's all teeth, and the arm that'd draped his chest raises to run two fingertips, one trailing just behind the other, along the stubble of his jaw. she can still feel him between her thighs, the ghost of his grasping at her hip. )
Hi there. ( those digits trail up, grazing along his cheek, the edge of his brow, before they're retracting to bundle up beneath her chin, both of them sharing the plush of the same pillow. teeth make purchase at her lips, a thoughtful chew, unable to rid of that smile of hers — marveling in the way his eyes speckle with morning. )
no subject
this. if only she could bottle exactly this.
there's a bashfulness that creeps up to her cheeks, swelling with a smile that's all teeth, and the arm that'd draped his chest raises to run two fingertips, one trailing just behind the other, along the stubble of his jaw. she can still feel him between her thighs, the ghost of his grasping at her hip. )
Hi there. ( those digits trail up, grazing along his cheek, the edge of his brow, before they're retracting to bundle up beneath her chin, both of them sharing the plush of the same pillow. teeth make purchase at her lips, a thoughtful chew, unable to rid of that smile of hers — marveling in the way his eyes speckle with morning. )
You sleep okay?