[ I doubt it. He doesn't say that. She's surprised him before. Maybe she'll do so again. ]
[ Silently, he cards his fingers through her hair, mussing the heavy dark tumble of it before the other hand lifts to cradle her face. Framing it in both palms, he regards her for a moment, a mute scalpel-eyed inspection. Searching for signs that she's faltering, that he can call her bluff. But there's nothing there. Yet. On a resigned breath, he lets his eyes drift half-shut. Leans in, with a shift of weight, his top lip fitted across hers, like all he wants is to soak up her warmth, taste her breath. ]
[ Except that just reminds him how delicious it is to kiss her. ]
[ So he does, wet and openmouthed and hungry, his palms warm as they slide from the melony fragile solidity of her skull down to her neck. He lets both hands rest there, a proprietary curl, playing his thumbs up and down. No pressure, just the simmer of potential threat. A test, to see if she'll balk, or allow him to go further. ]
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Date: 2014-11-13 04:00 am (UTC)[ Silently, he cards his fingers through her hair, mussing the heavy dark tumble of it before the other hand lifts to cradle her face. Framing it in both palms, he regards her for a moment, a mute scalpel-eyed inspection. Searching for signs that she's faltering, that he can call her bluff. But there's nothing there. Yet. On a resigned breath, he lets his eyes drift half-shut. Leans in, with a shift of weight, his top lip fitted across hers, like all he wants is to soak up her warmth, taste her breath. ]
[ Except that just reminds him how delicious it is to kiss her. ]
[ So he does, wet and openmouthed and hungry, his palms warm as they slide from the melony fragile solidity of her skull down to her neck. He lets both hands rest there, a proprietary curl, playing his thumbs up and down. No pressure, just the simmer of potential threat. A test, to see if she'll balk, or allow him to go further. ]