life @ 23 snippet, maybe. miniwrimo
Nov. 6th, 2008 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wellownedbkuphe presses kisses to her cherry lip glossed lips, dragging the flavor into his mouth with every touch. it's been a long couple of months, what with all the planning they've had to do up to this point for the wedding. and there's nothing he would like more than to just have it over with, but there's still so much left to be done that he's just giving himself this small respite before he gets back on track.
and what a respite it is. everyone's playing laser tag, which they both agreed was well worth it. two games in a three game streak they'd played hard, endorphins spiraling sinuously with every running step. she's radiant, happier here than he's seen her since he proposed. here, amongst her friends, she's happy. it's the third game and he can't help himself. he backs her into a darkened corner, not safe from the shots of the other players, but quiet enough. he can't help himself; he has to kiss her, taste her smile from the inside.
she has one hand against his chest, where his heart is throbbing against her palm, and one hand at the back of his neck, fingertips just grazing his hair. they're pressed from lip to hip against the wall and it's no luxurious couch or bed but he's never felt more comfortable or more solidly grounded than here with her.
they barely notice the lights coming up, though the catcalls filter through. they pull away from each other with a blush as she hears one of her 'brothers' call out to them. "hey, daniel! soph's not that kinda girl. save it for next week!"
and what a respite it is. everyone's playing laser tag, which they both agreed was well worth it. two games in a three game streak they'd played hard, endorphins spiraling sinuously with every running step. she's radiant, happier here than he's seen her since he proposed. here, amongst her friends, she's happy. it's the third game and he can't help himself. he backs her into a darkened corner, not safe from the shots of the other players, but quiet enough. he can't help himself; he has to kiss her, taste her smile from the inside.
she has one hand against his chest, where his heart is throbbing against her palm, and one hand at the back of his neck, fingertips just grazing his hair. they're pressed from lip to hip against the wall and it's no luxurious couch or bed but he's never felt more comfortable or more solidly grounded than here with her.
they barely notice the lights coming up, though the catcalls filter through. they pull away from each other with a blush as she hears one of her 'brothers' call out to them. "hey, daniel! soph's not that kinda girl. save it for next week!"
