[ he laughs again when she launches herself at him, enjoying the little thrill of the crash. how is he supposed to think of a password when she's so comfortably on top of him like that? her hands and mouth move almost frantically and he sighs with it, looking up at her starstruck. ]
[ he settles one hand at her hip, letting the other wander up along her spine, tracing the edge of her bra band while she kisses him, and he doesn't know how long he'll be able to just lay there and let her without leaning up to kiss her back. her hand in his hair is like a pull, keeping him tethered to her like he wasn't already, but in a general sense too he is just very into her tugging on his hair. ]
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[ he settles one hand at her hip, letting the other wander up along her spine, tracing the edge of her bra band while she kisses him, and he doesn't know how long he'll be able to just lay there and let her without leaning up to kiss her back. her hand in his hair is like a pull, keeping him tethered to her like he wasn't already, but in a general sense too he is just very into her tugging on his hair. ]
Are more kisses the password? I can do that.