[The way she touches him edges on reverent. It means more from her than it would from someone who was seeking to take from him only, even though that was once all he'd allow himself. There's some kind of effortless push and pull here, so much that she wants from him but so much that she wants for him, too. Maybe the most stunning thing about her is her generosity.]
[Not that he isn't particularly thrilled by the way she's looking at him, too.]
. . . I don't think I can do you any kind of justice, Suzie. You're too perfect for me to recreate. But I can try.
[He leans in and brushes his nose against hers, kisses her light and teasing and fleeting, but he doesn't move much away. If he moves away, he'll lose touch with the sweet smell of her hair, and he doesn't feel like backing down from that particular indulgence right now.]
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[Not that he isn't particularly thrilled by the way she's looking at him, too.]
. . . I don't think I can do you any kind of justice, Suzie. You're too perfect for me to recreate. But I can try.
[He leans in and brushes his nose against hers, kisses her light and teasing and fleeting, but he doesn't move much away. If he moves away, he'll lose touch with the sweet smell of her hair, and he doesn't feel like backing down from that particular indulgence right now.]