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β β β β call me πππππππ .α£ or πππππ.β
she giggles quietly, squirming as his breath tickles her ear and neck. she reaches up and pets a hand through his hair, humming softly as she turns her face into him.
βmorning to you, tooβ¦β
she hums softly against his skin, arms snaking around him the best she can. her eyes remained closed, almost feeling impossible to open in this stateβcompletely relaxed and bundled up and warm.
a long exhale leaves her and she nuzzles into the hollow of his throat. she hums softly under her breath as she smooths her palm over his hip, up his ribs, and over his shoulder blade.
neither of them are quite ready to get up and face the day, but the sun illuminating the room makes a convincing argument.
lorna noses into the crook of his neck, a soft smile on her lips as she kisses gently along his neck and collarbone.
not quite awake, she stirs with a soft sound, shifting slightly and nuzzling into @PrimalCaptainβs chest.
one arm is slung loosely over his hip, the other tucked close to her body.
lorna dissolves into a fit of giggles, running both hands through his hair and kissing along his forehead.
before she can formulate a response, heβs tossed her further up the bed with ease. a shocked sound punches out of her as she lands, but her hands are back at him again,
ghosting over his.
βi wouldnβt wanna distract you from that thing you were doing beforeβ¦β
she squirms a bit beneath him, squeezing her legs tighter around his waist as she drops her hands to the hem of his shirt. she runs them underneath, up and over his chest, sucking in
lorna smiles gently into his kisses as they move through the room, humming softly and continuing to pet through his hair.
she lets out of a small grunt as she lands on the mattress, pulling him in close.
βmn, yeah?β she chuckles. βgood to knowβ¦β
she gasps softly at the contact on her neck and tilts her head to give him more access. one hand sinks into his hair as the other pulls him in close by the waist.
she tips her head back, her eyes nearly falling closed before the canopy catches her gaze.
her expression softens as he speaks, then slowly turns back toward a smile and eventually a toothy grin.
she presses her face into his, nuzzling against his flushed cheek and stroking one hand through his hair while the other holds his cheek. her own skin is burning, too.
βiβm not afraid, okay? and i donβt want you to be, either. but iβ¦ donβt wanna push too hard.β
she wets her lips and settles her hands against his chest. her smile returns at the feeling of his heart thrumming just as hard as hers.



