They slide into the cab and she looks at their hands, still clasped, and he brushes her hair over her ear and whispers her name and says he's sorry and they're kissing and it's everything she thought it would feel like, but more, and his tongue is in her mouth, he's moaning, and she almost comes undone.
They go to the airport and because they have the same last name and because they're looking at each other the way they are, it's assumed they're newly wed. And that's how it feels. The slide into the seats on the right of the plane, the barrier between them lifted and curl into each other, unable to take their hands off the other, pausing to kiss here and there and just BE because they can.
They don't think of their parents, of their school or commitments, all that there is in the world is each other.
They land and she leans against him, letting him guide her through the busy city as they board a bus, her face pressed against his neck, her mouth on his skin, salty and warm, as they travel to the house on the cliff he promised her would be theirs one day.
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Date: 2011-12-30 12:39 am (UTC)They slide into the cab and she looks at their hands, still clasped, and he brushes her hair over her ear and whispers her name and says he's sorry and they're kissing and it's everything she thought it would feel like, but more, and his tongue is in her mouth, he's moaning, and she almost comes undone.
They go to the airport and because they have the same last name and because they're looking at each other the way they are, it's assumed they're newly wed. And that's how it feels. The slide into the seats on the right of the plane, the barrier between them lifted and curl into each other, unable to take their hands off the other, pausing to kiss here and there and just BE because they can.
They don't think of their parents, of their school or commitments, all that there is in the world is each other.
They land and she leans against him, letting him guide her through the busy city as they board a bus, her face pressed against his neck, her mouth on his skin, salty and warm, as they travel to the house on the cliff he promised her would be theirs one day.