Time cools their passion and their constant, irresistible desire for each other. Annie finds herself thinking that sometimes it's nice to simply press her lips to his, to feel the softness and slight wetness, without having to bite into someone else's skin.
They sit on the couch and kiss while the radio plays softly in the background. A breeze filters through the apartment's flimsy windows, so their legs are covered with a warm blanket. Annie enjoys listening to Armin's breathing become slightly heavier as his nose presses against her skin. Armin, meanwhile, listens to the smacking of their lips, a slow, quiet sound he can't get enough of. His ears catch slightest movement of her tongue, lifting from the roof of her mouth to meet him.
Annie loves the way his warm palm descends on her leg, his fingers automatically kneading the flesh, stroking up and down, grabbing the hem of her shorts...and then again. Armin melts as her nails trace his jaw, sideburns, and behind his ear. He sighs slightly as her cool fingertips trail down his neck and collarbone. He loves the feel of her small hand through the fabric of his T-shirt and wants her to press closer. Perhaps, at some point, his body reacts a little too enthusiastically to kissing, but that's okay. Now they have more patience, and he enjoys simply making out with the woman he loves on the couch.
And Annie is almost lulled by the still-warm hand on her thigh.
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