In the aftermath, she's boneless, wordless, practically thoughtless, reduced to little more than a tiny series of gasps and groans when his mouth lingers against her skin, warm and still exploratory. Her eyes are closed, letting her focus on the placement of his hands, his lips. It makes her reluctant to pull away immediately despite the heat that seems to hang in the air above them, leaving her flushed even as she curls in along his side to seek out a continuance of his warmth, slowly sliding an arm across his middle.
Her cheek nestles against his shoulder, her nose a light brush against his jaw as she tilts her head back to look up at him, eyes slowly blinking open.
"Well," she murmurs, clearing her throat softly, "that's one way to celebrate an anniversary."
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Date: 2012-03-27 11:18 am (UTC)Her cheek nestles against his shoulder, her nose a light brush against his jaw as she tilts her head back to look up at him, eyes slowly blinking open.
"Well," she murmurs, clearing her throat softly, "that's one way to celebrate an anniversary."