[ When Iain tips forward, far enough to press his lips to the soft curve of her forehead, Marling's eyes flutter shut and one hand darts forward, snagging his collar in her glitter-nailed grasp. Tipping her face up to his, she catches his mouth with her own but the kiss isn't voracious the way their very first kisses were. No this is pliant — a question mark, instead of an exclamation point — slow blooming and deliberate. ]
Let's fuck off t'Majorca, yeah? [ Her eyes are still closed and her fist is still tight around that handful of shirt when she finally pulls far enough away to speak. ] You an' me. Not long. Jus' long enough.
[ Even though she's already got him (bagged and tagged) Marling still gets hungry from time to time. But never for lights and spectacle anymore, never for adrenaline high and somnacin buzz. All she ever wants these days is him. (Can't be normal, she sometimes suspects but fuck all if she's going to do anything to shrug it.)
The tips of her eyelashes are painted copper and gold and they tickle against Iain's cheeks like curled fingers trying to beckon him along. Run away with me, all over again, her touch tells him. Let the world fuck off for a while. ]
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Let's fuck off t'Majorca, yeah? [ Her eyes are still closed and her fist is still tight around that handful of shirt when she finally pulls far enough away to speak. ] You an' me. Not long. Jus' long enough.
[ Even though she's already got him (bagged and tagged) Marling still gets hungry from time to time. But never for lights and spectacle anymore, never for adrenaline high and somnacin buzz. All she ever wants these days is him. (Can't be normal, she sometimes suspects but fuck all if she's going to do anything to shrug it.)
The tips of her eyelashes are painted copper and gold and they tickle against Iain's cheeks like curled fingers trying to beckon him along. Run away with me, all over again, her touch tells him. Let the world fuck off for a while. ]