[ Her voice is little more than a whisper, and for a moment she just doesn't move, letting them stay like that with his forehead nestled in her hair. Her skin, her body feels distant, like someone else is inhabiting it. She knows it's just the alcohol that's slow to wear off, but her brain doesn't seem to want to catch up.
Instead she gently turns, as if afraid to dislodge him, and she's so close her eyelash touches his jaw. He smells like ocean and sand and sweat, and his skin is softer than she would have thought. She pauses for a second, then tilts her head up to lay a kiss there, a dry brush of her lips near his ear, before she turns her body into his enough to be held, properly. Her head remains upturned, nose tickling the jawbone, and it's as much of an invitation as he's going to get. ]
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[ Her voice is little more than a whisper, and for a moment she just doesn't move, letting them stay like that with his forehead nestled in her hair. Her skin, her body feels distant, like someone else is inhabiting it. She knows it's just the alcohol that's slow to wear off, but her brain doesn't seem to want to catch up.
Instead she gently turns, as if afraid to dislodge him, and she's so close her eyelash touches his jaw. He smells like ocean and sand and sweat, and his skin is softer than she would have thought. She pauses for a second, then tilts her head up to lay a kiss there, a dry brush of her lips near his ear, before she turns her body into his enough to be held, properly. Her head remains upturned, nose tickling the jawbone, and it's as much of an invitation as he's going to get. ]