[He hesitates at her jawline - lingers there for another second or two, like he's not sure he's allowed to go on. But the way she tips her head is an invitation if he's ever seen one, and he can't not take it.]

[He trails downward, pressing kisses to her neck - those same feather-light touches, gentle at her pulse point and then lower. Her heartbeat beneath his lips feels like a revelation; the soft movement of her fingers, those shaky trails, make it hard not to lean into her hands.]