[ she is having the nicest dream. it's hazy and the shapes and whatever else is going on slip away quicker than she can grasp onto them, but the sensations are solid. they make her shift and sigh.
a kiss on her temple, another pressed to her shoulder. a trail across her collarbone and down just a little over her heart. it makes her fingers twitch, prompts her arm to lift just a little before it settles back into the sheets because she wants to say stay, wait, come back. she's still got one foot in dreamland though, and it's not easy to leave. when the kisses move over her stomach, her hips move and she exhales a breath, one more step towards full wakefulness. she's finally aware of the ceiling and the slant of the sun when her ears catch the way raleigh murmurs her name.
oh. is that his mouth pressing against her hipbone?
naomi breathes in deep and angles her head so she's sort of looking down in his direction, teeth catchin on her lower lip. her cheeks feel warm and she quietly thinks so it wasn't a dream and she finds it hard to resist smiling when she murmurs: ] Good morning. [ ( Why did you stop? )
she looks... rumpled. sleepy eyes, one hand trying to smooth out her hair, and maybe just a little bit shy. she hasn't forgotten about last night. but she also wants to pinch herself because after falling asleep on it, she's a bit nervous that it might have been just her imagination. ]
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a kiss on her temple, another pressed to her shoulder. a trail across her collarbone and down just a little over her heart. it makes her fingers twitch, prompts her arm to lift just a little before it settles back into the sheets because she wants to say stay, wait, come back. she's still got one foot in dreamland though, and it's not easy to leave. when the kisses move over her stomach, her hips move and she exhales a breath, one more step towards full wakefulness. she's finally aware of the ceiling and the slant of the sun when her ears catch the way raleigh murmurs her name.
oh. is that his mouth pressing against her hipbone?
naomi breathes in deep and angles her head so she's sort of looking down in his direction, teeth catchin on her lower lip. her cheeks feel warm and she quietly thinks so it wasn't a dream and she finds it hard to resist smiling when she murmurs: ] Good morning. [ ( Why did you stop? )
she looks... rumpled. sleepy eyes, one hand trying to smooth out her hair, and maybe just a little bit shy. she hasn't forgotten about last night. but she also wants to pinch herself because after falling asleep on it, she's a bit nervous that it might have been just her imagination. ]