    it’s a honeymoon high with a marriage that has yet cemented, and a vacation still lingering in the near future. he sneaks up on her, just as she did he, and hands are placed on her waists swaying to a tune only he can hear. lips press against the exposed flesh of her neck, sucking lightly. it’s not about the mark it’ll leave, it’s not really about anything other than her and him and a closeness that finally, he has in the palm of his hand. ‘  when d’you wanna go ?  ’ he muses inquisitively. he doesn’t plan things, ever - he’ll ask for time off and if it’s not granted, he’ll go anyways. he hears a light smattering of footsteps first, the pitter patter that could only be attributed to something four-legged. the small yip confirms it. ‘  is that what i think it is ?  ’ @infrasredÂ
