[ he snorts fondly, though it quickly melts into a sigh as her fingers rub against his scalp. it's like torture when he has to pull away from her long enough to undress the rest of the way and fall into bed. and he literally falls, like a rotted oak tree, hitting the bed with some force without noticing. one arm curls around a pillow, tucking it under his chin so he can watch her without craning his neck. ]
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You're gorgeous.