Wouldn't that be awful, if you really did run out? Oh, no, all the kisses are used up, there just aren't any more left, it's terrible...
[If it wasn't flirting before, it certainly is now — but the laid-back, easy variety that feels as much like banter between friends as it does something more emotionally charged. And she likes that, just like she likes his little exploratory kisses, and the way that she can sink her fingers properly into his hair now that he's taken his hat off.]
You're a real goof, you know that? And I must be one, too, so we're two of a kind.
[ God, how he loved the feel of her fingers in his hair, stopping that chain of kisses to properly appreciate the pleasant shudder that moved down his spine. ]
It would be pretty awful to run out, but we can make the best of it while we can, right? And if it means that we're having fun together, then it doesn't matter if either one of us are goofs...
[ He was emboldened by the playful tone that was being set, lips coming back up to claim hers again for something that lasted even longer; something needier than before and somehow still terribly delicate. It was nice being like this, but he didn't want to push it too much, not when he could chance it and see what step she would take next.
Even if it was like this for just a little bit longer, he wouldn't mind so long as a smile would still grace those lips. ]
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[If it wasn't flirting before, it certainly is now — but the laid-back, easy variety that feels as much like banter between friends as it does something more emotionally charged. And she likes that, just like she likes his little exploratory kisses, and the way that she can sink her fingers properly into his hair now that he's taken his hat off.]
You're a real goof, you know that? And I must be one, too, so we're two of a kind.
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It would be pretty awful to run out, but we can make the best of it while we can, right? And if it means that we're having fun together, then it doesn't matter if either one of us are goofs...
[ He was emboldened by the playful tone that was being set, lips coming back up to claim hers again for something that lasted even longer; something needier than before and somehow still terribly delicate. It was nice being like this, but he didn't want to push it too much, not when he could chance it and see what step she would take next.
Even if it was like this for just a little bit longer, he wouldn't mind so long as a smile would still grace those lips. ]