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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she stills first at the way his hand travels from hair to cheek.

and when he traces soft circles into her skin, she lets out a shaky breath.

affection comes in an echo, low and slightly surprising. the flutter in her body leaps into a crescendo because there's so many possibilities in the tone he uses.

her mind tries to not hope but... when his lips meet hers, she knows she's done for.

she presses a little closer and frees his hand to ball both of hers into the fabric of his shirt.

and when she pulls back, she's quiet at first. her eyes simply search his before her smile returns. it's shyer than before, dreamier in nature.

instead of speaking, however, she leans back in to kiss him again.

Felix Gallagher

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]truthfully, she's thought about this before. as a child, once or twice, and mostly as an adult between interactions and phone calls.

every meeting further cemented the concept in her mind. what would happen if the distance between them collapsed with a simple kiss? what would it mean?

turns out, the actual action is better than merely thinking about it.

his hand winds into her hair and she sighs into his lips. she's spurred on by warmth and affection, hands releasing fabric to circle loosely around his neck.

eventually, air is needed and the connection breaks enough for a pause. his forehead rests on hers, as if he can't quite bring himself to fully distance himself again.

"i," she starts, breathless, and stops. words fail to string together into a full coherent thought. it takes a moment of pause, a moment of catching her breath.

in the end, she goes with a soft admission, cheeks flushed and chest still slightly heaving.

"i was kind of hoping you'd do that."

better late than never echoes beneath.

Felix Gallagher

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she brightens quickly in the wake of his smile. her own is a little wider, girlish and giddy.

somehow, it's different than all the ones she's shown him before. something about the edges, the softness, the affection.

and even if it's a cheesy concept, her chest flutters all the same.

"it's more special because you took your time."

it means something bigger than simple whims and desire. at least, to her. although... it does, perhaps, create a small problem: a budding hunger in the bones for more.

Felix Gallagher

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]if it's all he will ever offer her, that's fine. she'll relish in it while it lasts, existing in a realm of something new yet familiar.

impatience isn't typically rewarded. and somehow, in this case, it is.

losing herself in the kiss is easy, slightly like breathing but not as dizzying.

she's half aware of her body's movements, of her hands fumbling into the fabric of his shirt and tugging him down closer. she's less aware of the sand quickly meeting her back.

and any thoughts of someone being on the beach for this? completely out the window.

Felix Gallagher