[He watches her, taking the moment to kick his shoes off with remarkably little effort. (Doesn't like doing that without properly undoing the laces, but, well, desperate times.) His fingers skim the underside of her wrist, encouraging. Get it over with or he'll do it himself.
His gaze roves, but he spends as much time on her face as he does on the rest of her, and after a second or two he dips close, their lips barely a breath apart.]
Don't mind if I do.
[It's slower kiss this time, less urgent and more languid, like he's perfectly content to just do this for the rest of the afternoon. (He's not.) He leans into her, pressing her towards the mattress just to see how much she'll push back.]
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His gaze roves, but he spends as much time on her face as he does on the rest of her, and after a second or two he dips close, their lips barely a breath apart.]
Don't mind if I do.
[It's slower kiss this time, less urgent and more languid, like he's perfectly content to just do this for the rest of the afternoon. (He's not.) He leans into her, pressing her towards the mattress just to see how much she'll push back.]