[ she probably could fall asleep if she lingers here without disruption, but he isn't away nearly long enough for that and when he shuffles into the bedroom, she turns her head to face him as he drops the bottle near her. ]
I'm awake. Don't try to cheat yourself out of it now.
[ steadying her forearms on the mattress, she lifts her upper body, enough to allow herself to properly take a few hefty gulps, breathing out a satisfying exhale once she feels the cool water freshen her.
humming softly, she puts the cap back on the bottle, peering up at him. ] I was just testing your mattress. I think it's firmer than mine. Almost unfair — always feels like I'm gonna fall through a cloud. Not used to it.
( he caps his own water back up and reaches to settle it on the table beside the bed before situating himself beside her and reaching to run the heel of his hand down her back firmly.
he has no idea how to give a massage but he remembers what she'd done and he knows where various muscle groups are so he's going to put those two things together and hope he doesn't hurt her.
he moves his hands up more towards her shoulders and digs his thumbs into her shoulder blades to try and loosen those up as well. )
[ she presses her lips tight together momentarily, feeling the way he nudges his hands against her back; firm callouses means she can feel the strength of them, but she has no demands for him to be so gentle anyway, appreciating how she feel the difference in her muscles. ]
Mostly the back of cars. Any free floor space if we're lucky enough to find something well guarded.
[ not always the most comfortable, but when you're used to firm ground for as long as she's had to, it's almost more uncomfortable to settle on something too soft. ]
Grass was always nicest, though. I always liked looking up at the stars. [ she hums, bringing her hands together on the mattress to rest her chin over them. ] Bet you saw plenty of those most of the time, though.
( he doesn't look at the stars much these days. between the work on the ship and the shit holden got them into it, there wasn't a lot of time. they were out there, they were bright and they were pretty some nights but he'd fallen out of the habit of really enjoying things like that. )
I was born in Baltimore though. ( he gives her that little piece of information as he palms at the small of her back, working on a small knot he finds there with the tips of his fingers and his thumbs. )
I stayed in a...dark place. ( he veers away from that quickly enough and clears his throat. ) So, seeing the stars then was kind of a reminder that there was something out there.
[ he gives her little fragments, miniature pieces that don't always fully connect on a string, almost like he's only vaguely dipping back into them himself. but she takes those pieces and listens, hearing the sudden hesitance that comes with that quiet admittance; she knows what it's like to only pull up pieces, even if she'd chosen to forget her own entirely once.
she remembers how he'd said he'd left earth as soon as he could, which meant there evidently must have been something he'd wanted to run from. ]
Like a promise of something better. [ she mutters quietly, sighing when his fingers press low, easing her into that quiet, still state. ] How'd you end up leaving?
( seemed to be the easiest way to get off earth for as long as he could. there was nothing for him on that planet and no one he wanted to stay for. )
Worked on an ice hauler for awhile until it was destroyed by a bunch of dumb fucks. ( dumb fucks being the anubis, of course. too bad. he'd liked the cant well enough. )
I survived though. ( he forces his tone into something lighter and reaches up to press a palm against the back of her neck to knead the sore muscles there while his thoughts wandered off back to the cant and the anubis and the goddamn protomolecule. )
As you do. [ he's a survivor, same way that she is, managing to make it through even when the rest of the world crumbles around them. "dumb fucks" makes her think of her own team, always in the habit of leaving behind more destruction for people than what they started with. ]
And now you're on the ... Rocinante, right? [ she remembers him mentioning it, there with his crew. along with prax, as they try to save his daughter.
he nudges his palm to her neck and she lets out a small unintentional moan, satisfaction in that relieving press as she tilts her head forward to allow further exposure of his touch. ] Shit — not that you need anymore of a boost to your ego, but you're good at that.
Yeah, Rocinante. The ship we stole from Martians. ( he remembers telling her that as well because he remembers her reaction to that particular piece of information. )
There's five of us. I'm the only mechanic but Martians make good ships. ( even if he has to put it back together more often than not, that's more because they were always being shot at rather than the ship being poorly built. )
Guess it's a hidden talent since I don't really go around giving people massages. ( not here, not back on the ship. he spends a little more time around her neck since she'd seemed to like it, though. he keeps up with the firmer, heavier touch, working a few muscles loose with his fingers until his hands migrated down to her shoulders to press against the skin there. )
Right. The Martians. [ she chuckles, remembering that now. it's still hard for her to imagine what space life is really like, and she knows 10k, despite all his usual silence, would especially be bursting with questions; it took everything in her to hold him back from chasing after xenomorphs when they were in deerington that one time. ]
We probably could have used you. Never really had a mechanic with us. If anything broke down, we'd just have to improvise, and it'd usually be me with all of my — [ ah, that's a good spot ] — technical qualities.
[ she doesn't mind that he's firm, and considering how long it's been since she's massaged up these muscles, he's doing a hell of a job. ] Really? And what makes me so lucky for the treatment?
( most people don't think to ask him for anything but protection. they want him to pick up a gun and shoot someone and he will. no one really asks him for a massage. they know what he's good for. )
And I like you. ( he says it quietly, simply but sincerely. amos won't ever really be someone who shares his emotions freely and with any kind of eloquence but he means what he says right now.
he brushes his fingers up and down the back of her neck before moving down the ridge of her spine towards her waist now. )
[ she falls quiet for a moment, either in response to that simple and honest admission or to the careful touch of his fingers along her spine that makes her shiver, exhaling a sigh at the warmth that follows.
she smiles a little to herself first, before she slowly twists her body around to lay flat on her back, her hands smoothing over his to reassign them to her waist as she peers up at him. ]
Oh, yeah? [ she says it quietly, soft but teasingly as she reaches up, fingers stroking slow against the strands of his beard. ] Show me. [ his massage is proof enough, but her thumb traces up across his lip as a smile stretches on her own. ]
( keeping his hands at her waist, amos leans down a bit, closer to her now but keeping the slightest bit of distance between them. he can feel her breath gust along his face and he's sure he's close enough that she'll hear his heart.
he hovers just over her lips, dipping down like he's going to kiss her but only getting close enough for a brush before he pulls back and does it again. )
Like that? ( he knows that's not right. even someone like him knows it. ) Have I showed you yet?
[ she feels her own breath shake as he draws in close to her, anticipating a kiss that doesn't happen. but when she feels the faint brush of his lips, she can't help but stretch her own into a grin that's the start of a laugh she holds back. ]
I think you're a little lacking on the evidence.
[ her fingers drift down, tips stroking light touches along his chest before circling back to splay her palm across his heart, feeling the pulse against the heel of her hand. ]
( no, she's right, he can. he's not much of tease but he can when properly motivated and relaxed enough. guess a good spar and some quiet conversation put him into that headspace.
he waits for a second longer before he finally does dip down enough that his lips slide against hers, warm and wet, and for once, he doesn't immediately press to make it something deeper and harder
he takes one of his hands away from her waist to curve against her cheek and jaw, cradling her face while he kisses her. )
[ he always talks of not being gentle, and though this is the very same guy that's responsible for making her limbs ache from sparring, somehow he shows softness in those calloused fingers that touch her cheek, encouragement in the hold that makes her tilt her head up to meet his lips that descend onto hers.
it had all started with a kind of desperation, back down in rapture, when she'd gripped him hard by the shirt and pulled him in against her, like she was eager in using him to forcefully forget everything that was dragging her down. now, it comes with no effort, a soft kiss enough for him to wash over her completely.
she doesn't press for more so soon, but she's content to keep him there, keep his mouth on hers, slow but tender, as her fingers fall to his hip, clutching firmly at the muscle. ]
( there's no string connecting them anymore but it appears the damage (though it's not really damage at all) has been done. he'd told himself for awhile that it was just the string drawing him to her and now he knows the truth:
it's her drawing him to her. that's why he likes her. maybe the string had helped but it hadn't been the whole entire reason. if it had just been the string, she wouldn't be here right now.
amos settles himself beside her on his side, reaching for one of her hips to pull her closer to him, sliding one leg between the two of hers to give her more space to tuck up against him while he kisses her. )
[ she'd been a little scared about what it would mean when the string disappeared — if somehow the feelings that had come with it would simply go away or, even worse, if they didn't. truthfully, she hadn't even noticed when it was finally gone, when she'd become distracted making plans with him, slipping into his apartment for something that, on the surface, wasn't meant to mean anything at all.
there's no red thread wrapped around their fingers and yet they still seek one another out, and when he settles on his side and coaxes her closer, she does so without resistance, hoisting her thigh upon his as she curves her body in against his.
his skin is bare and she can feel the warmth of him radiating from it; her fingers brace along his arm, curling along his shoulder, reminded of the strength of him that feels far safer than it possibly should.
because despite the dark corners of him that she's caught a glimpse of, she's seen the other side too, the one that shows now when he kisses her the way he does, and without the string to tell her one way or another anymore, she isn't holding back from embracing it. ]
( he thinks it would have been easy to chalk up their time together as an influence of this town. they could have talked, made the decision, gone their separate ways and only seen each other in passing.
he doesn't know why they hadn't done that. instead, the string had disappeared and they'd carried on as if it was still there. she bought him a plant, he invited her over for a sparring lesson that turned into a massage. he voluntarily told her about some things from his past and he learned a little about her.
the string had disappeared and he'd invited her into his bed and found himself tangled up with her again with no string needed. she touches him and he shivers and wants more. he pulls his lips away from hers so he can mouth at the line of her jaw and move lower, nosing against the pulse in her throat before licking a stripe down to her shoulder and then back up again until he finds her lips with his. )
[ he draws back to trail his lips lower, and she can feel the heat of his breath where it wanders, the tickle of his beard brushing against her skin where she shivers at the sensation of him there. her heart beats faster now, active and alive at feeling him so close, at his mouth warm and wet at her skin, and she sighs when it returns to her lips, a little hungrier now to taste him.
it's the string's fault, she'd say, again and again, like that'd make it easier to excuse every kiss, every touch, to explain away why she wanted it like she did. but her scapegoat has disappeared and all that she's left with is the return of all of this, of something more addictive than she'll ever want to admit.
slowly, she nudges her body further against him, coaxing him to turn onto his back as she brings her knee along the other side of his thigh, leveling herself to straddle atop of him. ]
( she pushes and he moves willingly, shifting onto his back so she's able to situate herself on top of him. his hands move from her waist down to her thighs now, resting there lightly while she gets herself comfortable.
her weight's a comfortable, warm thing and, he has to admit now, an almost familiar thing. it hasn't been that long since that first desperate time in rapture but it's been long enough that he knows what her weight against him feel like and how her hair can tickle his face when she leans over him. )
Do you believe me yet?
( he manages to murmur the words against her mouth, voice a rough whisper. she'd asked him to show her that he liked her. he's just making sure she knows now or if there's still any confusion. )
[ she smiles against his lips, still brushing their mouths together in feel of that inevitable heat. ]
Maybe.
[ he's proven himself plenty enough for her to believe it, but it won't cease the teasing, teeth nipping against his lips with a satisfied sigh, before she draws back, straightening to sit upon his lap. her fingers trail down slow against his chest, mapping out lines she's come to admire, not only for the strength but for how it hints of what he's had to endure.
survivors, they've both called themselves, but it's more than that. at least, it feels like it can be.
she draws her hands back to bring her fingers to the bottom of her sports bra, giving it a pull to tug it off free over her head, red hair falling against her shoulders, her skin rendered bare. ]
( maybe. his lips pull into a smile against hers, exhaling an unsteady breath when she bites at his lips. he shifts underneath her, dragging his nails against her thighs when she sits up.
the sight of her above him like that, perched in his lap and starting to pull off her clothes is definitely one that amos could get used to. he stays still while she does, taking in all the newly exposed skin, the way her hair falls down her shoulders and the way his body jolts a little when she does all that so easily.
after a moment to admire the sight above him, he sits up a little, winding an arm around her waist so he can drop his head down to her chest and press his lips against her skin, trailing across the spot above her heart and then moving a little lower towards her breast now. )
[ addy sits up as he wraps his arm around her, steadies her above him as he reels in closer. she shivers, but it's from warmth rather than any cold, and from the placement of his mouth against her heart, as if it leaves her more exposed than even naked skin can do.
she cradles an arm behind him, holding him at his shoulder as the other slips in through his hair. it's longer now than it was when they'd met, like he'd barely put any effort into maintaining any of it at all, likely from lack of interest or care based on what she knows of him. but she likes it, the longer strands that she can comb her fingers through, even snag a little to hold him against her.
his beard is growing too, and she can feel the tickle of it brushing to her skin as he descends along her chest, lips moving to her breast. she doesn't quite moan, holding back still, but there's a soft noise of encouragement in her throat, welcoming that trail of kisses. ]
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i appreciate you making floofy hair and longer beard canon for me lmfao (no really, i do!)
( the only reason he notices that his hair's getting longer is that he feels her thread her fingers through it and snag it just enough to know that wouldn't have been possible a few weeks ago. he hadn't been planning on getting any kind of haircut but this just drives it home.
he'll let it grow a bit.
being this close to her means he can hear every sound she makes. he can hear when he inhales, when she makes that encouraging sound, when her leg moves against his sheets or her nails brush against the back of his shoulder. all of his focus narrows to this spot, this room and her and everything else falls away.
he splays a hand out against the small of her back while his mouth runs across the curve of her breast, dragging his lips across the soft, soft skin there before he flicks his tongue against her nipple, memorizing the taste of her. )
[ she won't protest to the increasing length of his hair, either stretching from his scalp or curling from his chin, easy places for her to grab a hold whenever he has his mouth on her like this, especially the next time he ever happens to trail lower, settling between her thighs where she can encourage with clenching fingers as he laps his tongue against her.
he teases her with the same sensation now, a flick of that wet muscle to her skin coaxing her to breathe sharply; her moan is fairly quiet, but it's almost a bit loud anyway because of the surrounding silence, as if it makes it all the more evident that it's only them in this room, and every noise, every moan, that escapes her is meant only for him.
there's nothing rushed about this, despite his wandering mouth, and though she shakes a little, she isn't against his careful pace, hardly minding if he takes his time with her. ]
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I'm awake. Don't try to cheat yourself out of it now.
[ steadying her forearms on the mattress, she lifts her upper body, enough to allow herself to properly take a few hefty gulps, breathing out a satisfying exhale once she feels the cool water freshen her.
humming softly, she puts the cap back on the bottle, peering up at him. ] I was just testing your mattress. I think it's firmer than mine. Almost unfair — always feels like I'm gonna fall through a cloud. Not used to it.
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( he caps his own water back up and reaches to settle it on the table beside the bed before situating himself beside her and reaching to run the heel of his hand down her back firmly.
he has no idea how to give a massage but he remembers what she'd done and he knows where various muscle groups are so he's going to put those two things together and hope he doesn't hurt her.
he moves his hands up more towards her shoulders and digs his thumbs into her shoulder blades to try and loosen those up as well. )
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Mostly the back of cars. Any free floor space if we're lucky enough to find something well guarded.
[ not always the most comfortable, but when you're used to firm ground for as long as she's had to, it's almost more uncomfortable to settle on something too soft. ]
Grass was always nicest, though. I always liked looking up at the stars. [ she hums, bringing her hands together on the mattress to rest her chin over them. ] Bet you saw plenty of those most of the time, though.
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( he doesn't look at the stars much these days. between the work on the ship and the shit holden got them into it, there wasn't a lot of time. they were out there, they were bright and they were pretty some nights but he'd fallen out of the habit of really enjoying things like that. )
I was born in Baltimore though. ( he gives her that little piece of information as he palms at the small of her back, working on a small knot he finds there with the tips of his fingers and his thumbs. )
I stayed in a...dark place. ( he veers away from that quickly enough and clears his throat. ) So, seeing the stars then was kind of a reminder that there was something out there.
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she remembers how he'd said he'd left earth as soon as he could, which meant there evidently must have been something he'd wanted to run from. ]
Like a promise of something better. [ she mutters quietly, sighing when his fingers press low, easing her into that quiet, still state. ] How'd you end up leaving?
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( seemed to be the easiest way to get off earth for as long as he could. there was nothing for him on that planet and no one he wanted to stay for. )
Worked on an ice hauler for awhile until it was destroyed by a bunch of dumb fucks. ( dumb fucks being the anubis, of course. too bad. he'd liked the cant well enough. )
I survived though. ( he forces his tone into something lighter and reaches up to press a palm against the back of her neck to knead the sore muscles there while his thoughts wandered off back to the cant and the anubis and the goddamn protomolecule. )
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And now you're on the ... Rocinante, right? [ she remembers him mentioning it, there with his crew. along with prax, as they try to save his daughter.
he nudges his palm to her neck and she lets out a small unintentional moan, satisfaction in that relieving press as she tilts her head forward to allow further exposure of his touch. ] Shit — not that you need anymore of a boost to your ego, but you're good at that.
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There's five of us. I'm the only mechanic but Martians make good ships. ( even if he has to put it back together more often than not, that's more because they were always being shot at rather than the ship being poorly built. )
Guess it's a hidden talent since I don't really go around giving people massages. ( not here, not back on the ship. he spends a little more time around her neck since she'd seemed to like it, though. he keeps up with the firmer, heavier touch, working a few muscles loose with his fingers until his hands migrated down to her shoulders to press against the skin there. )
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We probably could have used you. Never really had a mechanic with us. If anything broke down, we'd just have to improvise, and it'd usually be me with all of my — [ ah, that's a good spot ] — technical qualities.
[ she doesn't mind that he's firm, and considering how long it's been since she's massaged up these muscles, he's doing a hell of a job. ] Really? And what makes me so lucky for the treatment?
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( most people don't think to ask him for anything but protection. they want him to pick up a gun and shoot someone and he will. no one really asks him for a massage. they know what he's good for. )
And I like you. ( he says it quietly, simply but sincerely. amos won't ever really be someone who shares his emotions freely and with any kind of eloquence but he means what he says right now.
he brushes his fingers up and down the back of her neck before moving down the ridge of her spine towards her waist now. )
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she smiles a little to herself first, before she slowly twists her body around to lay flat on her back, her hands smoothing over his to reassign them to her waist as she peers up at him. ]
Oh, yeah? [ she says it quietly, soft but teasingly as she reaches up, fingers stroking slow against the strands of his beard. ] Show me. [ his massage is proof enough, but her thumb traces up across his lip as a smile stretches on her own. ]
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( keeping his hands at her waist, amos leans down a bit, closer to her now but keeping the slightest bit of distance between them. he can feel her breath gust along his face and he's sure he's close enough that she'll hear his heart.
he hovers just over her lips, dipping down like he's going to kiss her but only getting close enough for a brush before he pulls back and does it again. )
Like that? ( he knows that's not right. even someone like him knows it. ) Have I showed you yet?
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I think you're a little lacking on the evidence.
[ her fingers drift down, tips stroking light touches along his chest before circling back to splay her palm across his heart, feeling the pulse against the heel of her hand. ]
I know you can do better than that.
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( no, she's right, he can. he's not much of tease but he can when properly motivated and relaxed enough. guess a good spar and some quiet conversation put him into that headspace.
he waits for a second longer before he finally does dip down enough that his lips slide against hers, warm and wet, and for once, he doesn't immediately press to make it something deeper and harder
he takes one of his hands away from her waist to curve against her cheek and jaw, cradling her face while he kisses her. )
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it had all started with a kind of desperation, back down in rapture, when she'd gripped him hard by the shirt and pulled him in against her, like she was eager in using him to forcefully forget everything that was dragging her down. now, it comes with no effort, a soft kiss enough for him to wash over her completely.
she doesn't press for more so soon, but she's content to keep him there, keep his mouth on hers, slow but tender, as her fingers fall to his hip, clutching firmly at the muscle. ]
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it's her drawing him to her. that's why he likes her. maybe the string had helped but it hadn't been the whole entire reason. if it had just been the string, she wouldn't be here right now.
amos settles himself beside her on his side, reaching for one of her hips to pull her closer to him, sliding one leg between the two of hers to give her more space to tuck up against him while he kisses her. )
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there's no red thread wrapped around their fingers and yet they still seek one another out, and when he settles on his side and coaxes her closer, she does so without resistance, hoisting her thigh upon his as she curves her body in against his.
his skin is bare and she can feel the warmth of him radiating from it; her fingers brace along his arm, curling along his shoulder, reminded of the strength of him that feels far safer than it possibly should.
because despite the dark corners of him that she's caught a glimpse of, she's seen the other side too, the one that shows now when he kisses her the way he does, and without the string to tell her one way or another anymore, she isn't holding back from embracing it. ]
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he doesn't know why they hadn't done that. instead, the string had disappeared and they'd carried on as if it was still there. she bought him a plant, he invited her over for a sparring lesson that turned into a massage. he voluntarily told her about some things from his past and he learned a little about her.
the string had disappeared and he'd invited her into his bed and found himself tangled up with her again with no string needed. she touches him and he shivers and wants more. he pulls his lips away from hers so he can mouth at the line of her jaw and move lower, nosing against the pulse in her throat before licking a stripe down to her shoulder and then back up again until he finds her lips with his. )
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it's the string's fault, she'd say, again and again, like that'd make it easier to excuse every kiss, every touch, to explain away why she wanted it like she did. but her scapegoat has disappeared and all that she's left with is the return of all of this, of something more addictive than she'll ever want to admit.
slowly, she nudges her body further against him, coaxing him to turn onto his back as she brings her knee along the other side of his thigh, leveling herself to straddle atop of him. ]
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her weight's a comfortable, warm thing and, he has to admit now, an almost familiar thing. it hasn't been that long since that first desperate time in rapture but it's been long enough that he knows what her weight against him feel like and how her hair can tickle his face when she leans over him. )
Do you believe me yet?
( he manages to murmur the words against her mouth, voice a rough whisper. she'd asked him to show her that he liked her. he's just making sure she knows now or if there's still any confusion. )
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Maybe.
[ he's proven himself plenty enough for her to believe it, but it won't cease the teasing, teeth nipping against his lips with a satisfied sigh, before she draws back, straightening to sit upon his lap. her fingers trail down slow against his chest, mapping out lines she's come to admire, not only for the strength but for how it hints of what he's had to endure.
survivors, they've both called themselves, but it's more than that. at least, it feels like it can be.
she draws her hands back to bring her fingers to the bottom of her sports bra, giving it a pull to tug it off free over her head, red hair falling against her shoulders, her skin rendered bare. ]
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the sight of her above him like that, perched in his lap and starting to pull off her clothes is definitely one that amos could get used to. he stays still while she does, taking in all the newly exposed skin, the way her hair falls down her shoulders and the way his body jolts a little when she does all that so easily.
after a moment to admire the sight above him, he sits up a little, winding an arm around her waist so he can drop his head down to her chest and press his lips against her skin, trailing across the spot above her heart and then moving a little lower towards her breast now. )
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she cradles an arm behind him, holding him at his shoulder as the other slips in through his hair. it's longer now than it was when they'd met, like he'd barely put any effort into maintaining any of it at all, likely from lack of interest or care based on what she knows of him. but she likes it, the longer strands that she can comb her fingers through, even snag a little to hold him against her.
his beard is growing too, and she can feel the tickle of it brushing to her skin as he descends along her chest, lips moving to her breast. she doesn't quite moan, holding back still, but there's a soft noise of encouragement in her throat, welcoming that trail of kisses. ]
i appreciate you making floofy hair and longer beard canon for me lmfao (no really, i do!)
he'll let it grow a bit.
being this close to her means he can hear every sound she makes. he can hear when he inhales, when she makes that encouraging sound, when her leg moves against his sheets or her nails brush against the back of his shoulder. all of his focus narrows to this spot, this room and her and everything else falls away.
he splays a hand out against the small of her back while his mouth runs across the curve of her breast, dragging his lips across the soft, soft skin there before he flicks his tongue against her nipple, memorizing the taste of her. )
LMAO you said it was growing!!
he teases her with the same sensation now, a flick of that wet muscle to her skin coaxing her to breathe sharply; her moan is fairly quiet, but it's almost a bit loud anyway because of the surrounding silence, as if it makes it all the more evident that it's only them in this room, and every noise, every moan, that escapes her is meant only for him.
there's nothing rushed about this, despite his wandering mouth, and though she shakes a little, she isn't against his careful pace, hardly minding if he takes his time with her. ]
i absolutely did i just appreciate the support LMFAO
i mean who wouldn't want to confirm that FACE as offensive as it is
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