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[rosarianoath]

“We were,” he agrees, lips just barely off hers. “I want you, always.”

[noburden]

"I can tell," she smiles. "When you come in tired or drunk the first thing you do is reach for me."

It's sweet.

"You gather me up in your arms like I dared to escape."

[rosarianoath]

“I fear I was drunk enough to smother you last night,” he says, hands roving over her ass.

[noburden]

She laughs, kissing his cheek, the corner of his mouth, slowly rocking into him.

"A little. I like it, usually."

[rosarianoath]

“Only usually,” he notes, and he gasps against her cheek as she continues to stroke him with every slow drag inside her. Has he ever felt so lazily love-drunk?

[noburden]

"Which is more often than not!" Ridiculous man. "Smother me, please. It's all I could ever want."

[rosarianoath]

"If I could ever creep in without you noticing," he murmurs, "I'd ensure you'd wake to a the whole of body pressed overtop yours."

Under her, he feels, is just as sweet.