[Her hair isn't nearly long enough to fall artfully around them like a curtain, hiding their faces from the world. His is, but it's currently haloed out underneath him, beautiful and long in the grass, and there's something particularly exquisite about the state of being on top of him like this, knowing that he's left vulnerable on his back to just look up at her, and she is the only thing in the world that he can see.]
So it seems we had the same idea, then.
[She picks up a lock of his hair, winding it aimlessly around her fingers; she knows full well what he wants and she deliberately makes him wait for it, relishing how open and unguarded his affection for her is in that moment.
It's only once she's had the chance to enjoy it that she follows him down and kisses him the way he's aching to be, hard and deep and putting her weight into it, claiming in a way that she often isn't, but feels spurred on toward today.]
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[Her hair isn't nearly long enough to fall artfully around them like a curtain, hiding their faces from the world. His is, but it's currently haloed out underneath him, beautiful and long in the grass, and there's something particularly exquisite about the state of being on top of him like this, knowing that he's left vulnerable on his back to just look up at her, and she is the only thing in the world that he can see.]
So it seems we had the same idea, then.
[She picks up a lock of his hair, winding it aimlessly around her fingers; she knows full well what he wants and she deliberately makes him wait for it, relishing how open and unguarded his affection for her is in that moment.
It's only once she's had the chance to enjoy it that she follows him down and kisses him the way he's aching to be, hard and deep and putting her weight into it, claiming in a way that she often isn't, but feels spurred on toward today.]