Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
He has stopped resisting.
He embraces her from behind as she is standing by the counter, wearing nothing, just his shirt from yesterday. He pulls her close and buries his face in her neck. She giggles.
"What are you doing?" she asks, covering his hand with hers.
"Hm… nothing," he answers, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin just under her ear. "Everything. Whatever I want."
She gently peels his hands away and turns around in his arms.
"And what might that be?" she challenges, loving eyes meeting his.
A smile plays in the corner of his mouth, reaching his eyes, as he answers, "This," he says, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her shoulder. "And this," he grabs the top of her thighs, lifts her up, places her on the counter and kisses her neck, sucking on the supple skin. "And this," he draws a line along her jaw with the tip of his nose, inhaling her scent in. She sighs. "And, of course, this," taking her face into his hands, he kisses her, full on the lips, hungry, passionate, loving.
She looks at with a dazed gaze when they pull apart, forehead resting against forehead, their breaths mingling.
"I'm so glad," she says, brushing her lips against his tentatively, teasingly, "that you are free to do whatever you want."
