There’s something so intimate about staying up together in the darkness of the night. Her head resting on my chest, my head gently running through her hair as we whisper the softest words to each other, giggling quietly and breathlessly - just loud enough to not break our little bubble of peace. Her arm is lazily draped over my waist, fingers toying with the hem of my shirt, and she keeps stealing warm, unhurried kisses whenever she can reach me. Just us, and the quiet, gentle stillness of the night.

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bringing my hand to her throat, leaning up to whisper against her lips, asking if she's okay, if it's too much. rolling my eyes at the way she shakes her head and tells me to shut up even as her pace falters. gripping her hips tighter, helping her move when her legs start giving out. her nails digging into my shoulders as she finally breaks, burying her face in my neck with a whimper. there's my girl. go ahead, let me hear you.

You really do belong here, head on my chest, me playing with your hair….

Shhhh.. I got you baby girl

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