[He lets his hands wander up the curve of her spine before trailing their way down again. Her skin is smooth and warm in the morning and he can stop himself from experiencing as much of it as he can.]
[ Her own fingers lazily trail down his neck and shoulders, exploring skin that was ignored while she woke him up. She's not in a rush at the moment, content to keep doing this for a while if he is. ]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject