[His touch, the kneading of his fingers, makes her shiver, and she tilts her head to brush her lips against his; no eskimo kiss, this. It's the real thing. Light, but with a promise of more to come.]
It'll be heaven. [Soft words, breathed against his lips.
She's already halfway to heaven, just being with him, but being with him without the worries of where their next meal or rent payment would come from? That would be perfect.]
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It'll be heaven. [Soft words, breathed against his lips.
She's already halfway to heaven, just being with him, but being with him without the worries of where their next meal or rent payment would come from? That would be perfect.]