[Oh, he really is ridiculous right now, isn't he? The comment about mouth to mouth makes her laugh, a giddy and silly sound that cuts off the second his lips find her wrist. Who knew that a simple kiss and the feel of his teeth against her there would make her so sensitive? Her laugh dies off into a sound that's far more like an appreciative gasp, and any thought about being quiet flies right out the window.
As far as she's concerned, they're the only two here. They're the only two that matter in the entire world, and they're wrapped up in one another and the blanket of love that they've pulled over themselves. It's an absolutely perfect moment, and as her heart races she starts to wonder if it's actually possible to feel something so strongly and so completely that you cry.
It must be, because her eyes fill with tears, and she tries to blink them away before he can see. Her gaze is still just as warm as her smile, cheeks flushed. Her plan fails, because of course it does, and a few tears fall from her eyes and land on him.]
God, I just —
[There's no thought of being embarrassed. No attempt to shy away. Steve has seen her at her worst, and her best. And she likes to think that happy tears because they can't stop declaring their love is one of the best damn things to ever happen to her. They're both at their best right now, vulnerable and open and so caught up in one another that nothing else really matters.
Not even the bruises on his face.
Her mouth works another mark against his neck as she tries to think of the right word to finish her thought. He's definitely going to be littered with bruises tomorrow, but hers are the only ones that matter.]
I love you enough to pretend I definitely need mouth to mouth from my favorite lifeguard.
[Because if they're going with the whole lifeguard motif, why not? He's silly, she's silly. It's amazingly freeing to know she can be as big of a dork as she wants with him and he won't mind.]
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Date: 2022-08-19 01:01 am (UTC)As far as she's concerned, they're the only two here. They're the only two that matter in the entire world, and they're wrapped up in one another and the blanket of love that they've pulled over themselves. It's an absolutely perfect moment, and as her heart races she starts to wonder if it's actually possible to feel something so strongly and so completely that you cry.
It must be, because her eyes fill with tears, and she tries to blink them away before he can see. Her gaze is still just as warm as her smile, cheeks flushed. Her plan fails, because of course it does, and a few tears fall from her eyes and land on him.]
God, I just —
[There's no thought of being embarrassed. No attempt to shy away. Steve has seen her at her worst, and her best. And she likes to think that happy tears because they can't stop declaring their love is one of the best damn things to ever happen to her. They're both at their best right now, vulnerable and open and so caught up in one another that nothing else really matters.
Not even the bruises on his face.
Her mouth works another mark against his neck as she tries to think of the right word to finish her thought. He's definitely going to be littered with bruises tomorrow, but hers are the only ones that matter.]
I love you enough to pretend I definitely need mouth to mouth from my favorite lifeguard.
[Because if they're going with the whole lifeguard motif, why not? He's silly, she's silly. It's amazingly freeing to know she can be as big of a dork as she wants with him and he won't mind.]