Your arm is around my shoulder, and you're playing with my hair, toying with the curls. I look at you questioningly, an eyebrow raised, and you laugh and pull away. It makes me smile.
I look away from you again, and your hands at my cheek now, caressing it. I have half a mind to turn towards it and suck a finger into my mouth so you can get the message already, why don't you just kiss me?
But I don't; instead, I joke about how thin you are and you laugh again, but this time you pull me close, and we touch foreheads. I try not to get my hopes up. I mean, what are the chances? You aren't going to kiss me, this is all just... but there it is. Your lips on mine. I am shocked, and surprised, and elated, and want to scream "FINALLY"at you at the same time.
But I can't talk right now, I can barely think. All there is on my mind is your lips on mine, slowly, oh, so slowly, kissing me like I'm the most fragile thing on Earth. So soft, and sweet, and strong, and you don't let go.
At one point, you smooth my hair away from my face, and cup it in your hands. You softly kiss the corners of my mouth over and over again, making me smile in the process, and then you take my bottom lip in between your teeth and tug softly before sucking on it. My hands are at your side, fistfuls of your t-shirt in them. It's all I can do to stop myself from ripping the damn thing off.
Then you kiss my neck, my pulse point, and I hold in a shiver. It tickles. You kiss my cheek, the tip of my nose, my lips, again.
And it's like this for at least 40 minutes, just us getting lost in each other's hot, wet, kisses.
It's glorious.
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