[ his kisses keep up, across her forehead and down her nose. there isn't a single thought in his mind of pulling away even when given the out, and not least of all to prolong the feeling of her hands in his hair; her body wrapped around his so intimately. his hands stroke patterns up and down her spine, his own eyes closing as he considers just lulling them both back to sleep and skipping the whole day. they're on vacation, right? they can afford to miss out on all the nothing going on outside this tent.
one hand keeps up drawing over her back while the other holds fast to her waist now, his head lolling over hers in a misguided attempt to make her feel safe. just for a moment, if he could only-- he resigns himself to this and tries not to read into the moment any deeper than what it is. she had a bad dream and he was the first convenient body. isn't that how she operates? ]
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one hand keeps up drawing over her back while the other holds fast to her waist now, his head lolling over hers in a misguided attempt to make her feel safe. just for a moment, if he could only-- he resigns himself to this and tries not to read into the moment any deeper than what it is. she had a bad dream and he was the first convenient body. isn't that how she operates? ]