[ he opens his mouth to retort, always that push and pull between them. he does admire her tenacity, of course, it's what first drew them together and what keeps them together now. but he doesn't get anything out before she's kissing him, a soft noise in surprise suppressed by her mouth just as quickly. the first press of her lips prickles, and he anticipates the pain; almost welcomes it. it does hurt at first, his brain confusing the message and drawing on muscle memory, but then his other hand is lifting to palm at her bare waist, mouth falling slack as he submits, as ever, to her will.
his eyes slip shut next, another tear loosed by the action and forgotten by him until he tastes saline in the kiss. she's already calling his bluff and that's something to admire too, even if he knows his limitations aren't too much more than this already. not wanting to move the goalpost on her, or lead her on anymore than he has already, frank spins the contact into something soft and driven by emotion, rather than arousal. desire still sparks behind his beltline, but he's focused, each sweep of lips and the tentative introduction of questing tongue thorough, but restrained. it's love in kiss form even if neither of them can say those words. he pulls away heaving for breath anyway, chasing one last brief press of her mouth before allowing that to break too, temple pressed tightly to hers as he trusts her, as ever, to hold him up, and not just physically. ]
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his eyes slip shut next, another tear loosed by the action and forgotten by him until he tastes saline in the kiss. she's already calling his bluff and that's something to admire too, even if he knows his limitations aren't too much more than this already. not wanting to move the goalpost on her, or lead her on anymore than he has already, frank spins the contact into something soft and driven by emotion, rather than arousal. desire still sparks behind his beltline, but he's focused, each sweep of lips and the tentative introduction of questing tongue thorough, but restrained. it's love in kiss form even if neither of them can say those words. he pulls away heaving for breath anyway, chasing one last brief press of her mouth before allowing that to break too, temple pressed tightly to hers as he trusts her, as ever, to hold him up, and not just physically. ]