[the motion earns a soft groan from his lips, and he can't help the way he shivers as their legs entwine. the stretch of it is positively divine.

his kisses have Olivine following the movement of his lips until they meet his own, soft and sweet and warm as fingers stroke his hair. they both have a bit of coming down to do still, as those words bring a smile to his lips.]

I love it, too. [his head tilts a little, lips pressing against his jaw, nuzzling into the hair there, fingers curling around his shoulders.] Whole... mm, I like that. It feels like the right way to say how we are. Like nothing can come between us again.