Her fingers trail along his body, delicately reverent of every contour. Her lips follow where her fingers have first traveled, sliding across his skin and peppering it with kisses.
"Don't wake up." she whispers again, and her mouth curves in a smile against his flesh.
The response she gets is sleepy at best, more of an unintelligible groan than anything. Words were there, but they don’t make it past his mouth as he sinks somewhere halfway between waking and sleep. Her touch is pleasure, gently willing him to relax with everything she does, her lips sending a gentle shiver down his spine.
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"Don't wake up." she whispers again, and her mouth curves in a smile against his flesh.
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