"Hmm yes," he purrs, most reluctant to pull his lips off hers. "I forgot. Forgive me." Resuming the kiss, his tongue teases her eye-teeth. It's less than ten seconds before he has to force himself to leave off - this is getting heady, heavy, and sweet.
Prying himself away, he leans back against the banister, breathing heavily, face turned against the wind. And looks at the boy. Who looks pointedly disinterested, with the bristling air of someone who does. not. want. to. stare but wants to look, and will.
A gentle wave washes over him, then passes. The suggestion of sweet things, of fingers and bodies and breaths in conjunction.
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Date: 2008-10-16 03:11 pm (UTC)Prying himself away, he leans back against the banister, breathing heavily, face turned against the wind. And looks at the boy. Who looks pointedly disinterested, with the bristling air of someone who does. not. want. to. stare but wants to look, and will.
A gentle wave washes over him, then passes. The suggestion of sweet things, of fingers and bodies and breaths in conjunction.
The boy starts moving away, then stops.