[She's on the bed and he crawls in beside her after he takes the condom off, ties it off, tosses it. He lounges next to her and then pulls her against him, casual, body heat against body heat. This is just the decadence of touch.]
[ Rose rolls on to her side to fit her body against his, one leg slightly curved over his knees and a hand tucked in at his waist. It's far too gentle for the type of people they are, for the relationship they have. But still, she allows it, her cheek resting against his shoulder.
Maybe you were born under a lucky star.
[ She has no idea how these things work, she's never been particularly blessed. ]
She shouldn't mean it. Not for a boy like him. But Rose can't let herself feel it and so instead she shifts her head to find his mouth and lick her way inside. Maybe feelings can be smothered down by this. ]
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[ Does she want to stay?
In answer she smirks and dances out of his grip to throw herself on to the bed, hair fanning everywhere, a pleased smile on her lips. ]
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How lucky for me.
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Maybe you were born under a lucky star.
[ She has no idea how these things work, she's never been particularly blessed. ]
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Not me.
[And he presses his mouth against her ear.]
Thanks for staying.
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[ It surprises her how much she means it.
She shouldn't mean it. Not for a boy like him. But Rose can't let herself feel it and so instead she shifts her head to find his mouth and lick her way inside. Maybe feelings can be smothered down by this. ]