[ He wants to take things slowly, both out of concern for her and to do things right. She's not some casual fling or a one night stand; she's important to him. Literally the woman he's dreamed about, and he'd rather die than push her out of her comfort zone.
This is sweet, and perfect. The way she presses kisses against his mouth in return, making his lips curl up in a little smile briefly. The way that she's melted into his arms, the way they both cling to each other like they're afraid they'll float away otherwise.
Her kisses are forceful and his are gentler, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Eventually he has to pause to actually catch his breath and not try to gasp it between kisses, and he lets himself brush their noses together when he pulls back, breathing a little heavily.
He doesn't know what to say - so he says nothing, not wanting to break the fragile little bubble. His fingers find some of the longer strands of her hair and weave through them, a thumb stroking over the skin under her ear. ]
it good tho
This is sweet, and perfect. The way she presses kisses against his mouth in return, making his lips curl up in a little smile briefly. The way that she's melted into his arms, the way they both cling to each other like they're afraid they'll float away otherwise.
Her kisses are forceful and his are gentler, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Eventually he has to pause to actually catch his breath and not try to gasp it between kisses, and he lets himself brush their noses together when he pulls back, breathing a little heavily.
He doesn't know what to say - so he says nothing, not wanting to break the fragile little bubble. His fingers find some of the longer strands of her hair and weave through them, a thumb stroking over the skin under her ear. ]