I think I've earned a bit of impatience at this point, don't you?
[The question is equal parts playful and rhetorical, the trailing of her hands up the length of his arms answer enough in itself, and he leans down to meet her easily as she cups his face and kisses him with intent, returning it with heat and intent of his own as he slides his fingers into her hair as he lays his hand against the side of her face and curls an arm around her waist, all too eager to pull her flush against him.
It feels right, to share this moment here.
His own kiss is insistent, as full of longing as it is ardent heat, and it's only when he's forced to break for breath that he takes a brief moment to murmur against her lips:]
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[The question is equal parts playful and rhetorical, the trailing of her hands up the length of his arms answer enough in itself, and he leans down to meet her easily as she cups his face and kisses him with intent, returning it with heat and intent of his own as he slides his fingers into her hair as he lays his hand against the side of her face and curls an arm around her waist, all too eager to pull her flush against him.
It feels right, to share this moment here.
His own kiss is insistent, as full of longing as it is ardent heat, and it's only when he's forced to break for breath that he takes a brief moment to murmur against her lips:]
Welcome back, my love.