Laying here in the warmth, hiding from the blazing rays of the sun, kissing her for hours, perhaps even a nap at some point...all of this sounds like bliss, to his mind.
And so that is exactly what they do.
Sometimes she leads the kisses. Sometimes he does. Some time is spent simply co-existing in the space, letting his body relax and his ears to re-calibrate to the sounds of this world. At one point, he falls asleep (he's pretty certain she drifts off also) tracing patterns on her skin.
He cannot remember a time...
Later, much later, once the heat of the day has passed, he stirs awake from his haze and presses his lips to her neck.
"Cannot remember ever feeling so safe, before this space," he whispers quietly - it is an odd thing for him to say, given that he still really doesn't know where he is or how he got here, but perhaps that is all part of it, wherever he has been called this time.
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And so that is exactly what they do.
Sometimes she leads the kisses. Sometimes he does. Some time is spent simply co-existing in the space, letting his body relax and his ears to re-calibrate to the sounds of this world. At one point, he falls asleep (he's pretty certain she drifts off also) tracing patterns on her skin.
He cannot remember a time...
Later, much later, once the heat of the day has passed, he stirs awake from his haze and presses his lips to her neck.
"Cannot remember ever feeling so safe, before this space," he whispers quietly - it is an odd thing for him to say, given that he still really doesn't know where he is or how he got here, but perhaps that is all part of it, wherever he has been called this time.