[OOC: I first wrote “with a danger’s grace” rather than dancer and debated leaving it because both fit Dawn, LOL.]
[With a dancer’s grace Dawn settles flush against him, limbs folding against his. His hands slide from her hips to her back, one hand snaking beneath her sweater to feel her warm skin against his fingertips. They trail patterns and paths to learn her a new way.
At the tug to his hair, a pleasant pressure, he lifts his head to meet her lips once more. There's a hunger to it, an exploration of the depths that one can offer. For all that he has eons to share, it is always new and personal. He might taste of memories never yet experienced, remind of times that fill a future. It is not dreams made flesh but dreams meet flesh. A joining that lasts a moment to some but right now feels endless.]
You, too! <3 This is delightful.
[With a dancer’s grace Dawn settles flush against him, limbs folding against his. His hands slide from her hips to her back, one hand snaking beneath her sweater to feel her warm skin against his fingertips. They trail patterns and paths to learn her a new way.
At the tug to his hair, a pleasant pressure, he lifts his head to meet her lips once more. There's a hunger to it, an exploration of the depths that one can offer. For all that he has eons to share, it is always new and personal. He might taste of memories never yet experienced, remind of times that fill a future. It is not dreams made flesh but dreams meet flesh. A joining that lasts a moment to some but right now feels endless.]