*grins widely, your happiness as infectious as ever* *pulls back enough to catch your lips once more, this time drawing you in slowly, savoring it, his free fingers threading up through your hair while his mobile remains clutched in his other hand, knuckles tracing light furrows down your back*
*can't begin to qualify the immediate need, but the root of it is pure exhaustion (long days and longer nights) and loneliness (the phone just makes it worse)* *lets his eyes fall shut on a gentle, relieved sort of sigh, squeezing you belatedly in return and smiling against your scruffy chin* Your rating's improved dramatically, by the way.