Day 5: Favorite part of his/her body
Thought I’d write something for GrayLu Love Fest!! Hope you guys like it!!
He had always loved her eyes.
The way they lit up when she talked about her favourite book, or when she ate her favourite ice cream (strawberry), the twinkle in the corner of her eyes or the crease that formed at the corners, they were completely unique to her. Along with the sea of emotions that radiated so fiercely and clear, never hiding what she was feeling, it was one of his favourite parts about her.
But he didn’t think that was his favourite part of her body. No, his favourite part was probably her hands.
They could be so delicate, the way she ran them through his hair or cupped his face when they kissed. But they were also rough, strong, a sentiment to how strong she was both mentally and physically.
He adored how her hands gripped his when they walked, tight yet gentle, showing him that she was his and he was hers and she would never let go. And fuck, how he loved when she would run her hands up and down his body, feeling every part of him, how her hands would send shivers throughout him, something not even the cold could do.
His mind snapped back to the present, gasping at the feel of her hands travelling down his body, lips burning as they followed their path, a heat rising in him that only she could bring about. His hands moved to grip her hair lightly, struggling to keep his eyes open as he watched her moved. She knew what she was doing; she had a lot of practice after all. But that didn’t mean it didn’t feel just as good every time.
Her hands slid back up his chest, tracing small, random patterns across him, barely touching him yet he felt every movement as if her fingers were engraving themselves inside of him. Her lips trailed their way back up, gently brushing against his as she grabbed his hands with hers, interlacing their fingers and giving a gentle squeeze.
“I love you,” she breathed out, soft and low and hungry, while slowly opening her eyes and smiling against his lips. He let out a small, airy laugh, nipping at her lips before flipping them over, her legs moving to wrap around his waist while a giggle escaped her, their hands never breaking apart from each other.
“I love you too,” he whispered back, capturing her lips with his, desire taking over. In the back of his mind, he thought maybe her hands weren’t his favourite part either.