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( there hadn't been any sort of hidden intentions when she'd invited him over, wholly content to soothe the nerves wracking through him for the following evening, to press those peppered kisses to his lips as promised as if confidence could flower from the action alone. everything with them had always fallen into place, and never once had she questioned it, hesitated if not upon initially realizing that she felt for him. it was still something she didn't entirely know how to word, when those three little words would roll off her tongue—but she'd let them come on their own.

he lays back and she still hasn't encouraged lids to open, tucked under the line of his jaw where she starts laying a line of petite, tender pecks. his chuckle causes brims to spread into a grin, soundless save for a quiet hum, eventually, eventually pulling hair off to one side in order to pull herself up just enough, hips still connected and muscles within her thighs quivering, as if about to give, and searches for his gaze.

a kiss to his chin, beneath the full spread of his lower lip, smile still sure and wide across her own. ) Hi. ( whispered through a chimed snicker. )

[ He tries not to wince when he feels Isabelle move - it's never, exactly, the most pleasant moment, but he relaxes when she settles against him once more, her lips to his skin making his eyes flutter shut contently.

He lets his fingers trace random shapes on the skin of her back, feeling bumps of old scars there - nothing he doesn't have himself, even if he can imagine that the circumstances in which they've acquired them are very different. He still feels like he could spend hours learning the shape of Isabelle, what makes her giggle and what makes her sigh, what parts of her are more sensitive than others, where he shouldn't touch. He's eager to be able to know these things about her.

When she speaks, he opens his eyes, looking down with a grin. ] Hi. [ Free hand reaches up to her cheek, thumb brushing her skin. ] That was... unexpected.

( she's careful to keep her hips still atop him, not wishing to overstimulate either of them, body's undoubtedly still teeming with release, tempted to sink down against one another and stay put for the rest of the later hours. there's a quite thought in the back of her mind that wonders what it is that happens from here, how it might change them, if at all, now that they've begun to learn one another in every sort of vulnerable light.

that grin of his washes her with an other sort of warmth, electric and kind, another laugh bubbling freely against his mouth while she slowly nudges her nose against his own, twice to each side with lids lazily blinking. ) A little bit. ( a nod around the words, teeth claiming at the bed of her lips, savoring the taste of him that still lingers there—sweet and entirely his own.

a tiny kiss planted against his mouth, first upper brim and then the lower, resting at her elbows while a single hand curls back in order to run it's palm through his hair. it'd be all too easy to gently slide him out of her, curl up at his side and fall asleep to the slowing thunder of a pulse against his chest—however, the thought of a shower also crosses her mind, unsure of whether or not he was entirely willing to move himself. )

Unexpected good, or...? ( the words fade off into a whisper, single brow raising at their end. )

[ Settling with Isabelle on top of him, it's actually - despite the fact that it shouldn't be comfortable, it is. He doesn't really want to move anywhere, or do anything than hold her close. He knows it's not exactly like he can stay here forever, but for right now? It's just perfect.

When she speaks, he raises an eyebrow himself, hardly believing she'd doubt it in any way, shape or form. But he's feeling the same way - wondering if she's going to regret it, thinking they've jumped ahead too fast now, or if she's content with their new state of affairs. ]

Very - very good. [ When he speaks, he lets his face relax into a serious, honest look, meaning it and wanting Isabelle to know he is 100% honest and earnest about it. It feels cheesy, but it seems important for her to know that. ] Yeah?

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