( he could spend a lifetime mapping her body under his fingertips and still never be satisfied. for the interest of time, he sticks to the places he remembers most vividly. the strong muscles in her upper arms, the cords in her throat. the beautiful tilt of cheekbones and the corner of her mouth that tends to lift especially when she smirks at him. he runs the pad of his thumb under her eye, hand lingering at her face and at least momentarily idled of its wandering. the hand she curves around his helps to still him, too.
the smile he gives her this time is a little less heartbreaking. he's slowly thawing to the moment, despite the misery that prompted it. ) Then we'll try. ( it's what both of them want, and now that they've both admitted it, there's no reason to shy from the fact or pretend otherwise. he nuzzles toward her for a moment, like a needy cat demanding affection, before kissing her. no more heated than the last time — Matt just enjoys that he can. )
i feel like a monster for this but i don't have kiss icons for them yet
the smile he gives her this time is a little less heartbreaking. he's slowly thawing to the moment, despite the misery that prompted it. ) Then we'll try. ( it's what both of them want, and now that they've both admitted it, there's no reason to shy from the fact or pretend otherwise. he nuzzles toward her for a moment, like a needy cat demanding affection, before kissing her. no more heated than the last time — Matt just enjoys that he can. )