[ at this present moment in time, elena's pretty sure she'd be okay with his wearing those gloves anywhere they go.
in fact, she might just be okay with nearly anything he would say right now, not that she's giving him much room to say anything at all. her mother covers his every time she gathers enough breath to do so, only breaking away to kiss the rest of him, to gasp in air, and then she moves back into him, like she can't quite get enough. there isn't much room for talking, for breathing deeply, for anything other than crushing her mouth to his with as much intensity and depth as she can manage, as though they really are trying to devour each other whole. ♪
she moves along with him, inching higher up on the counter, her knees hugging him tighter at the waist the further she lifts herself up at the same time. elena can feel his hardness against her, and it has her hands moving faster down his pants, tugging them off of him as best as she can without breaking their kisses. she tilts her head to the side as he murmurs against her neck, kisses the skin nearby, breathlessly gasping the whole while. relaxing isn't the word to be used at all, but elena can't find it in herself to reply in words. she simply pushes herself up toward him, seeking him in between her thighs.