[ Another hushed warning, with his lips still tracing patterns over the crisscrosses on her skin. He looks up at her through the curtain of his bangs, filters his gaze upwards as bedsheets bunch under his forearms. The way she claws at him is a suggestion, and he's not dense enough to miss where they are right now, how their limbs are intertwined. The smooth curve of her thigh, trapping him in place.
It's a conundrum. Not a bad one. ]
You said you can be patient.
[ Ah, that's mean: he knows it, and his eyes glint from where they come in and out of view under his hair. It's even more infuriating, probably, when he lifts himself up by one elbow and wraps his other arm under the small of Oona's back, to pull her up from the bed and against the headboard.
He pins her there for a second, head cant to the side, watching— but that moment comes and goes, and he dips his head back down to her shoulder again to litter it with open-mouthed kisses.
no subject
[ Another hushed warning, with his lips still tracing patterns over the crisscrosses on her skin. He looks up at her through the curtain of his bangs, filters his gaze upwards as bedsheets bunch under his forearms. The way she claws at him is a suggestion, and he's not dense enough to miss where they are right now, how their limbs are intertwined. The smooth curve of her thigh, trapping him in place.
It's a conundrum. Not a bad one. ]
You said you can be patient.
[ Ah, that's mean: he knows it, and his eyes glint from where they come in and out of view under his hair. It's even more infuriating, probably, when he lifts himself up by one elbow and wraps his other arm under the small of Oona's back, to pull her up from the bed and against the headboard.
He pins her there for a second, head cant to the side, watching— but that moment comes and goes, and he dips his head back down to her shoulder again to litter it with open-mouthed kisses.
(Not enough, he knows.) ]