Her touch is gentle on his back her lips lightly touch his. Her skin the same caramel colour as his own her lips a honeyed hue. Her smile evident in kisses
Bumlets' smile at being chosen. Always being second to everyone but her. Her hands validating him and his gentle touches loving her with the love she had not gotten.
Black hair laying against his off white pillow, her smile up at him. Her breasts under his touch. His fumbling and her experience. Her touch and his. Her lips on his.
This is happiness.
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