[ pressing her face to his shoulder blades had been nice, but she loosens her arms enough to let him turn and finds that burying her face in his chest was just as good. the thump of his heart was strong and hypnotic. even when she leans back to look him in the face, she can still hear it; feel it too, from where their pelvises press against each other.
he knows. she knows he knows, and doesn't really care. that'd been the whole reason she's come out her, flaunted it and touched him in a something-more-than-friendly way. ]
no subject
he knows. she knows he knows, and doesn't really care. that'd been the whole reason she's come out her, flaunted it and touched him in a something-more-than-friendly way. ]
Yeah. Half your sandwich, maybe?