[ A little better. Practice makes perfect, but even that volley tugs at their smile and they let themselves be turned, heart thudding happily as their back presses against the wall.
And the kiss-- he missed this, truly, breath snatched as Siffrin's eye flutters shut, hand pressing hard against the stone and then moving to rest at G'raha's waist instead, fingers thankful for the looseness of the vacation shirt he'd died in as they press against the tone of his hips, his stomach, spread to capture as much as they can.
It wasn’t enough, to just watch him on the clouds like a daydream. To gaze at the often empty tree branches in wait for another carnival. To see him, hear him, be so close-- and not feel him as they do now, from the warmth against their lightly flushed cheeks to the sweetness that only whets their appetite further.
(Such a torturous few weeks its been, without him by your side.) ]
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And the kiss-- he missed this, truly, breath snatched as Siffrin's eye flutters shut, hand pressing hard against the stone and then moving to rest at G'raha's waist instead, fingers thankful for the looseness of the vacation shirt he'd died in as they press against the tone of his hips, his stomach, spread to capture as much as they can.
It wasn’t enough, to just watch him on the clouds like a daydream. To gaze at the often empty tree branches in wait for another carnival. To see him, hear him, be so close-- and not feel him as they do now, from the warmth against their lightly flushed cheeks to the sweetness that only whets their appetite further.
(Such a torturous few weeks its been, without him by your side.) ]