And she finds herself looking up at him
into his eyes, conveying more than a few messages all at once, all of them equally passionate.He'd kissed the top of her head, and she could feel herself being wrapped up in strong arms, snuggling her face into his favorite old sweatshirt.
she felt safe there.
There, a hundred work problems melted away.
and there, the beginning of a long hour of him making her forget
that she wasn't so strong as she told the world
An hour of him kissiing her, and transporting her to another place where he was skilled at getting her to make those faces that she made in utter passion. Skilled at getting her to make those satisfied sounds.
another hour of lying in his arms, falling blissfully asleep.
(does anyone else want this as much as I do?)
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