[ Reluctantly, Hei allows his arms to slide away -- but not before hauling her in by the nape of her neck, mouth catching hers. The kiss takes shape in gulping wildness, wet and scorched, but grows gentler as he lets his lips play with hers, a warm sweet pliancy, as if talking to her in some secret way, trying to convey words he can't conjure up with voice and breath, but with the imprint of lips and teeth and tongue. Her eyes have that irresistible sparkle to them; she's aglow all over, giggles floating like bubbles through the air -- and he can't begin to pretend at indifference. ]
[ When he draws back, his face is formed into its usual bedroom-eyed look -- sharp in all its knowingness. Dark-eyed and sly. But there is something else there, a raw spike of yearning, not yet submerged beneath a cool, wry exterior. ]
Don't take long.
[ It should feel like Lovemaking 101 -- the playfulness, the bedroom-bound waltz, the lingerie. It doesn't. You don't see the banality of cliches when the excitement, the underlying dramas, are so uniquely yours. ]
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Date: 2015-03-04 02:23 am (UTC)[ When he draws back, his face is formed into its usual bedroom-eyed look -- sharp in all its knowingness. Dark-eyed and sly. But there is something else there, a raw spike of yearning, not yet submerged beneath a cool, wry exterior. ]
Don't take long.
[ It should feel like Lovemaking 101 -- the playfulness, the bedroom-bound waltz, the lingerie. It doesn't. You don't see the banality of cliches when the excitement, the underlying dramas, are so uniquely yours. ]