[ they go at it like the teenagers they no longer are, raleigh's confidence growing with each touch and kiss. he's a talker and she's so expressive in her reactions whenever he does something that she clearly likes.
at some point the memories seep in, but the earlier apprehension is gone and naomi watches raleigh as he lifts things from a night years and years ago but not without making the moment his ( hers. theirs. )
she's not even going to be shy about it: it is the single, most glorious evening of her entire sex life. when they finally fall asleep, it is also the most peaceful six hours she's ever had since she left high school for university and uni for the workforce.
its nearly noon when she wakes up, curled up beside raleigh with a blanket pulled over their heads. she's never seen him sleep, always woke to find him gone in the handful of times he'd come over to visit or drink because each other's company was worlds preferable to the people at the local dives.
he looks young, she thinks. younger than he does when he's awake, when his eyes scan the area with a certain amount of reservation. the way he's sleeping doesn't help, arms folded to pillow his head, stomach flat against the mattress.
naomi scoots over a little then, presses a soft kiss against the curve of muscle on his arm, one hand smoothing the hair on his forehead. ]
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at some point the memories seep in, but the earlier apprehension is gone and naomi watches raleigh as he lifts things from a night years and years ago but not without making the moment his ( hers. theirs. )
she's not even going to be shy about it: it is the single, most glorious evening of her entire sex life. when they finally fall asleep, it is also the most peaceful six hours she's ever had since she left high school for university and uni for the workforce.
its nearly noon when she wakes up, curled up beside raleigh with a blanket pulled over their heads. she's never seen him sleep, always woke to find him gone in the handful of times he'd come over to visit or drink because each other's company was worlds preferable to the people at the local dives.
he looks young, she thinks. younger than he does when he's awake, when his eyes scan the area with a certain amount of reservation. the way he's sleeping doesn't help, arms folded to pillow his head, stomach flat against the mattress.
naomi scoots over a little then, presses a soft kiss against the curve of muscle on his arm, one hand smoothing the hair on his forehead. ]