It started out as talking. He asked what she wanted to do with her life, where she saw herself. And when her answer wasn't satisfactory, he pressed. Pressed until she almost cried, because she wanted her future to be with him, damnit, and she refused to tell him. And as she shouted at him, the tears came streaming out. He stopped pressing, then, and opened his arms instead.
She rushed into him, hitting his chest with a dull thud, all skinny limbs and shuddering sobs. It wasn't fair, and she wasn't ready to accept that. He kissed the tears away, running a hand through her tangled mess of blonde hair gently.
Taking deep breaths to stop the tears turned into gasping for air in between kisses and barely paying attention to roaming hands. Her shirt quickly found a new home on the floor, and his clothing followed. Before she knew what was happening, she was on top of him, kissing her way through the field of scars running over his chest. Kissing turns into more as she works her way further down, and a very quiet moan escapes his lips. Quiet and discliplined, though the jerking of his hips and the look on his face shows her that everything she's doing is very appreciated.
Before long, he stops her in the middle of the wonderful things she was doing. Now, it is his turn to explore all of her. He starts with the curve of her neck, nipping lightly at the area just above her collarbones, and continues down. Deft hands undo the clasp on her shorts, pulling them down and watching as she does a sort of roll with her hips that should be criminal.
As his mouth explores the area around her tanned belly, a hand slips lower to do some exploring of its own, drawing a loud gasp from her. He is very good with his hands, and even better with his mouth, she soon discovers.
He stops, after she's left panting and slightly twitching, an unspoken question on his face as he looks down at her. A small smile comes to her lips as she nods, lifting her hips again. He returns the smile and leans down for a kiss as he slips in.
Later, when she's curled into his chest again and he's stroking her hair, she asks if they can stay this way. A kiss and a smile is the only answer she receives, and he pulls the blankets up over both of them.