[Yes, this was definitely a dream. He was smiling when she drew back and he was about to say something (probably stupid), but then she covered his mouth with hers again and whoops, what were thoughts?
Abstract things that had no place here when mouths were on mouths and he could taste her and yeah, that was real. So very real. Just like her hand on his neck and his sort of creeping out to rest on a shoulder. It was the only thing he could think of to touch that wasn't a hip. A hip he might grab and use to pull her down closer. Like, on his lap. Or, you know, on the bed.
But that didn't happen because he was behaving. See? He could behave.
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Abstract things that had no place here when mouths were on mouths and he could taste her and yeah, that was real. So very real. Just like her hand on his neck and his sort of creeping out to rest on a shoulder. It was the only thing he could think of to touch that wasn't a hip. A hip he might grab and use to pull her down closer. Like, on his lap. Or, you know, on the bed.
But that didn't happen because he was behaving. See? He could behave.
And enjoy the hell out of himself.]