He supports her well enough and is gentle enough that laying down doesn't hurt, which feels like a minor miracle. Wrath watches him, smiling to herself, until he comes back, and then she holds her arms out to him.
"Mmm." She cradles the back of his head with one hand, stroking his hair, marveling at the feeling of it again--and the feeling of his mouth, which makes her breathe out another happy little noise. "Your mouth," she murmurs. "I love your mouth too."
Eventually it'll add up to I love you and by then she'll stop being a chickenshit and just say it. She already knows it's true
Slowly and carefully, she slides one leg over his, foot smoothing along the back of his calf. Her other arm, she uses to tug up his shirt so she can stroke his back with her fingers.
Day 166 | Evening | Action
"Mmm." She cradles the back of his head with one hand, stroking his hair, marveling at the feeling of it again--and the feeling of his mouth, which makes her breathe out another happy little noise. "Your mouth," she murmurs. "I love your mouth too."
Eventually it'll add up to I love you and by then she'll stop being a chickenshit and just say it. She already knows it's true
Slowly and carefully, she slides one leg over his, foot smoothing along the back of his calf. Her other arm, she uses to tug up his shirt so she can stroke his back with her fingers.