Library [Sunday]

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Lee had never been more thankful for the library than today. An easy, believable excuse not to go anywhere his father might be lurking.

He's behind the desk, maybe doing some sulking, or maybe he's just thinking. Who knows.

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Re: Lunch

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

It was the grins, the way he could feel them against his lips, his mouth, that made him nearly stop what he was doing, just so he could see the grin. But, this was better, a lot better, and he didn't want to stop.

Instead, he slid the hands on her cheeks back a little, fingers brushing back the hair at her temples as he stood on tip toes, pressed closer, kissed deeper.

Re: Lunch

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It was almost if Adah could feel the swell of the shift, the transition, fingers in her hair and a deepened kiss, a certain eagerness involving tip toes and tilted heads. The clenching of her chest, the dulling of her brain, the unfortunate tendencies for breaths to get lost. She didn't want to, but it was all so...she had to pull away for a second, gathering in a breath to center herself again, finally opening her eyes in that moment, to see his expression as he leaned her forehead toward his. She thought to say something, something small, just his name, but decided to just let her look say it instead.

Re: Lunch

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

Lee still had his eyes closed, still had his fingers brushing against her hair and had newly acquired pink cheeks, deeper breathing.

He smiled though, slow and warm, smiled so only she could see because she was the only one he wanted to see and didn't move away otherwise.

Re: Lunch

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

That his eyes were still closed, that his cheeks were tinted pink, that his breath caught and he still smiled even though she'd pulled away...Adah had the answer to any question, any doubt, any reservation she could have had at that moment, so she closed her eyes again, leaning in, to lightly resume where she'd broken off.

Re: Lunch

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He leaned in closer again, enjoying the light, lazy pace, enjoying that she'd come back. He kept the rhythm of his fingers slow, gentle, again, so she could feel him, know he was there. Her hair was soft, long, falling over his fingers and he made note to remember that sensation.