[ She laughs, bright and easy, and he feels light somewhere in his ribcage. The sound is infectious, making a smile pull at the corners of his mouth.
When she pulls away a bit, he settles his knit fingers together at the small of her back, not wanting to let go just yet. Thankfully, it doesn't seem like she wants to either, arms still loosely over his shoulders. ]
"If you'd like to." [ He imitates, faux-exasperation in his tone. ] Ask me if I like breathing next time, it'd be a more difficult answer.
[ As if kissing her would ever be a trial. Something he proves by leaning in to return the soft kiss she'd given him, first on her mouth and then her cheek, affection clear. ]
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When she pulls away a bit, he settles his knit fingers together at the small of her back, not wanting to let go just yet. Thankfully, it doesn't seem like she wants to either, arms still loosely over his shoulders. ]
"If you'd like to." [ He imitates, faux-exasperation in his tone. ] Ask me if I like breathing next time, it'd be a more difficult answer.
[ As if kissing her would ever be a trial. Something he proves by leaning in to return the soft kiss she'd given him, first on her mouth and then her cheek, affection clear. ]