( there's so many things she wants to tell him, so many things she isn't quite sure how to voice, and much like the way he'd sang to her, there's just as much tender fervency beneath her kiss. it blooms slowly, quietly, and for once she doesn't want thoughts to dictate her, doesn't want to let them take over; she just wants to feel him. this, the way he leans into her, how receptive he is to lips that now couldn't dare part from his.
she could pull away, finish their tea and fall asleep beside him like she has so many nights before, but her hearts thundering for something else. a knowing, a decision thrumming to the very tips of her fingers on what she wants. they'd taken their time, been so patient with one another, but just as he'd let her in, exposed himself for her, she wants to give him that same trust in kind.
lips fold over his lower, and when the kiss breaks she can't bring herself to pull any further away than to touch forehead to his, noses stumbling and breath that escapes her slightly ragged, still quiet. she looks up at him beneath thick, sooty lashes, every inch of her suddenly restless, needing him. ) Come to bed with me, Baby.
( never has she spoken such words; instead a 'sleep with me', a murmured request to hold her through the night, but there's something else hidden in her tone. something on the edge of desperate. )
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she could pull away, finish their tea and fall asleep beside him like she has so many nights before, but her hearts thundering for something else. a knowing, a decision thrumming to the very tips of her fingers on what she wants. they'd taken their time, been so patient with one another, but just as he'd let her in, exposed himself for her, she wants to give him that same trust in kind.
lips fold over his lower, and when the kiss breaks she can't bring herself to pull any further away than to touch forehead to his, noses stumbling and breath that escapes her slightly ragged, still quiet. she looks up at him beneath thick, sooty lashes, every inch of her suddenly restless, needing him. ) Come to bed with me, Baby.
( never has she spoken such words; instead a 'sleep with me', a murmured request to hold her through the night, but there's something else hidden in her tone. something on the edge of desperate. )