[ she doesn't want to look at him, hiding her face away against his neck. it's less about the shame of this, somehow hardly surprise that they'd fall into something like this together, but somehow she knows if she looks at him right now, feeling him hot and tight against her own body, nothing will stop her from kissing him. and when she does, she knows she'll remember every degree of what it feels to be in love with him.
scratches decorate her skin, still stinging, even more as the wind breezes against them, but it feels so satisfying that she still shudders from the aftermath, like it's still affecting her even now and she isn't looking for it to stop.
her fingers curl down along his chest, brushing over bruising scrapes caused by her own nails and she caresses the skin, brushing against the hairs of his chest as she feels the heat of his skin, feels his heart beating beneath. ]
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scratches decorate her skin, still stinging, even more as the wind breezes against them, but it feels so satisfying that she still shudders from the aftermath, like it's still affecting her even now and she isn't looking for it to stop.
her fingers curl down along his chest, brushing over bruising scrapes caused by her own nails and she caresses the skin, brushing against the hairs of his chest as she feels the heat of his skin, feels his heart beating beneath. ]