[this, she knows. it's a language she speaks, and well, and she pours every emotion she's feeling into the kiss while keeping it from being too hard or insistent. just a slow, deep burn of an embrace, her arms slipping from his shoulders to drape around his back, one hand threading up into the soft fuzz of his crew cut. she could stay like this forever, but he'll need to breathe.
after a long while, she draws away and just ... smiles, laying a hand on his cheek. she's not sure she needs to say the 'thank you' she can feel resting at the back of her throat.]
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after a long while, she draws away and just ... smiles, laying a hand on his cheek. she's not sure she needs to say the 'thank you' she can feel resting at the back of her throat.]