Bunnate
Painted with love and all of the feelings they share between them, he feels if these emotions were made of colors then he's be the most colorful man in Austin.
"Bunny..."he murmurs against her skin. It's the name he's given her. The name's stuck so hard. She doesn't know he's given it to her secretly before they were together. When she worked the diner and she thought he hadn't noticed her kindness, her generosity, that button nose or those legs that disappeared under her dress for miles. She'd been so young. She's still so young. How can a girl like this love him all the way like she does.
Bunny - It's a sacred word.
When he's nearly ready, too drunk to hold on for much longer, he pulls back over her until they're matched, skin to skin and pressed into each other fully. It's more of an instinct this, deep down, innate in him - this reaction to her.
When the apex begins to happen, when his body won't allow him to do anything more than experience the very top, his zenith, he wraps his arms around her and holds her as tight as he can. His mouth steals hers, tongue and teeth crash as he takes all of her that he can in the wholeness of this, every part of him is full and grateful, happiness is the only thing he's felt. All parts of his life lead up to this. No regrets. Just infinite satisfaction as his body trembles like weather and he rests on top of her for a few spent moments, kissing her over and over and over again.