[He gives her a playful squeeze, just because he can. Meanwhile, he thinks on how to describe what he means — she might just see it as overly maudlin.]
…I love the essence of you the most. Your passion and your knowledge, the way you speak your mind. The funny little quirks you have. The way you understand me unlike anyone else in this universe.
[ wriggling so that her petalled lips smush against his groin again, a damp kiss. even hilted on his soft length. her fingers make gentle patterns on his back through his shirt. tantalizing. ]
I love you, you know? I love you. Play with me with your fingers, Mister Creel.
[He was already touching you before, Sprezzatura!!
But he pretends to think about it for a moment, before his hand once more returns to her backside where the other still cups the opposite cheek. Squeezes and spreads her, gently.]
[ a sigh as she sinks against him. feels nice. the movement keeping the touch feeling "new". she doesn't particularly care where, so long as he's actually paying her some attention with it.
she tips her face and ghosts her kiss across the cut of his jaw. little nibble at the bone. ]
[He echoes back, both uselessly and utterly sincere. His hands are full of her—her backside, too, is a part of her he adores greatly, just like her said—and he palms her again and again as she kisses him warmly.]
[ she... reaches down and grabs his butt, too. both hands, cupping and parting to mirror him quite deliberately. over his shoulder, she watches for any sign of stirring mushrooms. ]
[Look at the two of them, butt-grabbers. He huffs with amusement, and maybe because he knows her, has an inkling of what she might be looking for when she peeks over his shoulder.]
Calling them little-minded! Of course I am not wanting them walking in!
[ a little growly, some embarrassment. she has to strain against him to reach still once he straightens himself out. pinpricking at the fat of his cheek, pulling herself snug to him with her handfuls as leverage. he's ripe for the teasing, but for some reason it's so rare that she feels she manages it, these days.
one finger strains to the side to fit snug between his buttocks. ]
no subject
but... still... she feels that he gave her a non-answer. ]
Tell me that other thing...
no subject
…I love the essence of you the most. Your passion and your knowledge, the way you speak your mind. The funny little quirks you have. The way you understand me unlike anyone else in this universe.
[The connection they have.]
no subject
she finds it hard to speak. ]
This is how I want to be wanted.
no subject
Henry leans into that touch. He offers her a tiny smile.]
That’s how I’ve always wanted you. The rest came after.
no subject
no subject
no subject
[ wriggling so that her petalled lips smush against his groin again, a damp kiss. even hilted on his soft length. her fingers make gentle patterns on his back through his shirt. tantalizing. ]
I love you, you know? I love you. Play with me with your fingers, Mister Creel.
no subject
And I love you more than anything. ...Mm, you're already a little occupied between the legs, though, aren't you...?
no subject
Hm. This is true.
no subject
real tag
no subject
Then where would you like these instead?
no subject
no subject
But he pretends to think about it for a moment, before his hand once more returns to her backside where the other still cups the opposite cheek. Squeezes and spreads her, gently.]
Here?
no subject
[ a sigh as she sinks against him. feels nice. the movement keeping the touch feeling "new". she doesn't particularly care where, so long as he's actually paying her some attention with it.
she tips her face and ghosts her kiss across the cut of his jaw. little nibble at the bone. ]
Where should I touch you?
no subject
[He echoes back, both uselessly and utterly sincere. His hands are full of her—her backside, too, is a part of her he adores greatly, just like her said—and he palms her again and again as she kisses him warmly.]
Everywhere. I just want to feel you.
no subject
no subject
They're still asleep.
no subject
no subject
no subject
[ squeezes a buttock a little meanly ]
no subject
How's it rude? Do you want them to walk in on us?
no subject
[ a little growly, some embarrassment. she has to strain against him to reach still once he straightens himself out. pinpricking at the fat of his cheek, pulling herself snug to him with her handfuls as leverage. he's ripe for the teasing, but for some reason it's so rare that she feels she manages it, these days.
one finger strains to the side to fit snug between his buttocks. ]
no subject
He mirrors her gesture, cheekily. (Pun intended.) A long finger snug between her cheeks. And it's far from a strain from him.]
I don't mean it as an insult. But their thoughts are much simpler than ours.
[head empty mushrooms]
no subject
You are thinking very simply right now, also, no?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
real tag
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
i'm here again!!!
HENWY🥹
CWEEL!!!
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...