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At this moment, she did not want to figure out "whatever this is" between them. Not only was she far too sleepy to determine the specifics of this relationship, but she was also more than content with just being in his arms.
I intend to do so.

Us. This. Whatever this is.
the fact that she would hug him close like a koala is comforting, because he’s nothing if not a physical man and a cuddle bug to boot. he smirks, victorious, against her lips.
Then use me as your pillow whenever you want.

Change my mind about what?
She inquires in a rather soft tone while looking at him over her shoulder. Dulcet laughter fills the otherwise quiet and serene space when he's pulling her towards him, her arms immediately curling around his neck while her leg comfortably props itself upon his lap. She hums in delight, pressing a chaste, yet sweet kiss upon his lips.
You're comfortable.

his chortle is breathy and tired, and he reluctantly releases her from his grasp, only to lock his hand around hers and allow her to lead the way.
Maybe I’m having a hard time letting go of you, because I’m scared the second I do you’ll change your mind about all this.
her bedroom is a far cry from his own, tidy and crisp, and the bed is all but calling his name. this time, he guides her towards her own bed, pulling her down on to the mattress with him. in a soft, jovial tone he murmurs:
Damn, I thought your COUCH was comfortable.

His kisses were absolutely the therapy she didn't know she desired, but very much appreciated in that moment. The gentle curve of her tiers were only a subtle portrayal of her satisfaction.
You know, it's hard to walk with you hugging me like this.
She murmurs while turning around, her hands upon his chest. Her eyes meet his blue pair, lingering for a brief moment before she unwraps his arms from around her torso, and takes his hand in her own instead, leading him up the staircase and into her bedroom.

she didn’t even have to ask him to follow as he was close on her heels already, each foot on the outside of hers, his arms wrapped around her waist and allowing no gaps between the two bodies. his mouth against the shell of her ear, but he only uses it to pepper soft kisses in place as he follows her

His words earn yet another kiss upon his lips, as they served to be enough reassurance that he truly wanted to be by her side, to comfort and hold her in his arms. When she pulls away to stand, she yawns, drowsiness taking over her, and she slowly makes her way towards the staircase.

the invitation is all too enticing to pass up, but he knows that, unlike most of his nights spent with other women, this one would not be ending with the two of them rolling around in her sheets, although he wanted so desperately to feel his body against hers. their eyes meet, and he would swear he can feel the invisible tether that binds them in that instance.
Of course, I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else

Each kiss that he gives her is met with some of her own, each one causing the smile curved upon her tiers to grow. She’s cupping his face this time as she leans away to look at him properly for the first time that night, and in turn, she finds herself lost in his oceanic irises.
Will you still stay?

a low groan of defeat rumbles deep in his chest as he fights the urge to capture her lips again when he feels them teasing his mouth.
You’re gonna be the death of me, I just know it.
he can’t help himself, he needs at least one more taste. craning his neck, he nudges her head upwards, just enough so he can pepper her lips in a series of needy pecks.
As much I want to, I’ve kept you awake long enough, beautiful.

He pulls away, and she’s left breathless, yet withdrawn and absolutely aching for more. The taste of his lips lingers upon her own, and she finds herself biting upon her own lower brim in an attempt to stifle the smile that threatens to show. With a ginger touch, she her knuckles against his cheek, and she’s leaning in to press a soft kiss on the skin near the corner of his lips.
I would have let you.

his muscle takes it time to her own, before flicking around the depths of her cavern to taste every inch of the inside of , until he’s panting and hungry. his pair moves against hers, melding until he’s almost certain they will be swollen and pinker than usual when he finally pulls away, chest heaving, and presses his forehead to hers. his instincts were screaming to keep going, but he resisted the urges
Damn, I’m pretty sure I could kiss you all day..

Traces of liquor are laced in the naturally succulent taste of his lips, the two combined a perfect harmony of flavor that she didn’t realize she craved this much. This in turn, made her quick to respond to his ministrations, her own couplets eagerly parting as her tongue meets his in a sybaritic dance.

her kiss was heated, dripping with liquid sugar, and utterly addictive. if he allowed himself to be, he thought for sure he could be content to live in this moment forever. the call of his name urges a bubbling, breathy growl to reverberate in their mouths, his velvety tongue taking the opportunity when his lips part to slide over hers and prod at the join, asking not-so-politely for entrance and the invitation to explore

His words are enough to send electricity running down her spine, and all the woes she previously lamented over had dissipated by his touch. She found herself melting in hold, her own hands loosely curling around his wrists as her lips moved in tandem with his soft pair. She is the first to pull away, but only to utter out his name, only to soon recapture his saccharine tiers with her own in an ardent exchange.

his heart skips a beat at her challenge, and a shudder of physical excitement runs the length of his spine.
Absolutely. ing. Nothing.
his hands abandon hers, gliding upwards to cradle her face in them, the pads of his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. he then follows his instincts, eyelids closing and his lips ghost over hers blindly for half a second. the taste is electrifying, and he can’t help himself from doubling back to capture her plush tiers in a more passionate embrace.

His cerulean orbs were an invitation to the ocean; an invitation to serenity that she felt only with him. It's strange, really, how she both didn't expect yet was not surprised by his words. Perhaps it was because she would have said the same herself, had she been more outspoken. In a breathless whisper, she utters the words with a smile:
What's stopping you?

he finds himself breathless when faced with the visage of her, bathed in the lighting, eyes sparkling so brightly they could rival the moon. her simper is enticing, so much so that his eyes are drawn to it, tracing the curves of her tiers.
You should probably definitely stop looking at me like that, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep my lips off of yours if you don’t.

Her delicate fingers idly play with his larger ones as she listens to him speak, the soft cadence in his voice pairing beautifully with his embrace. Lifting their hands so that his arm is suspended over hers, she carefully shifts in the spot she lay upon so that she's facing him. She doesn't know exactly why she decided to do so, so all she could really offer is a smile.

when she scoots closer, his first instinct is to tense up, the muscles in his chest drawing taut, until he follows her example and relaxes, instead focusing all of his energy into keeping her engulfed in his affection.
It makes me happy to hear you say that, because I’m not about to let go of you any time soon.

Why would it be selfish when it only involves the two of us?
Her tone is soft, almost a whisper, if not for the bit of hoarseness evident in her voice. She scoots back just a tiny bit to press herself against the warmth of his chest, and for a moment, she's at ease. Her shoulders begin to deflate, and she finds herself smiling again.
I do too.

spooning her, he nestles his face in the crook of her neck, pressing his lips against the warmth of her silky flesh and closes his eyes briefly. he doesn’t normally feel this comfortable, and yet utterly vulnerable, with women. more than that, though, he doesn’t know how he can help her. typically, when one of his lady friends had been upset, he’d jump right to to take their minds off whatever was bothering them, however Dia was so much different. his fingers fit so perfectly between hers, and he hums against her skin.
Is it selfish to say I love these moments that it’s just me and you?

This time, her smile is genuine. His insistence on keeping her company brings her heart to swell, no matter how unnoticeable it may be for her. At his request, she scoots over so that she's near the edge of the couch, and repositions herself so that she lay on her side.
Thanks.
Was all she could muster as she's taking his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers while her eyes are glued to the wall ahead of them.

the invitation is enough for him as he stands up, peeling his hoodie off.
More than happy to.
I didn’t like the idea of leaving you anyways, though if you would’ve told me to kick rocks I would’ve. But, make some room, hm?
carefully, he slides in the small space between her back and the couch, wedging himself comfortably and coils his arms around her waist from behind
You don’t have to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make it better.

Her small nod is a wide enough invitation for the male, as she would have otherwise told him to leave. And it wasn't the influence of alcohol, she was pretty sober, in fact, but because she genuinely enjoyed his presence. It took her a couple of seconds, but when she finally freed herself from the suffocating cushion, she turned to look at him, a bittersweet simper curling upon her plush lips.
Please?

perhaps it was the alcohol clouding his better judgement, or the fact that, if there was one thing he was good at, it was being the perfect distraction, but either way, he presses his face to her shoulder, his lips puckering slightly to give the fabric a delicate kiss, though he could feel the warmth of her skin underneath.
Do you want me to stay?

Not really.
Her voice is muffled by the cushion, and even moreso with the swishing sounds that result from her shaking her head.

he follows her into the house that has become rather familiar as of late, watching her collapse on the couch, and squats down beside it instead, eye level, and murmurs softly.
You wanna tell me what’s going on?