She huffed, blowing a white lock of hair out of her face. "You're annoying," she teased, cupping his jaw with her hands, her rosy lips pursed as she glowered at him playfully. "I'm annoyed."
He stuck his tongue out teasingly, reaching up and taking her hand with his. It was rough but delicate against hers. "I'm not surprised."
She watched him, resting her forehead against his. There was a silence before she kissed him again, squeezing his hand. Hers were soft by comparison, and she slipped her fingers in his.
He observed their hands, his head tilting as he watched hers in his, turning them slightly to view the intricacies.
Her hands were small and lovely. They were quite pale, almost translucent at some parts, her blue veins barely visible under the surface., but unbelievably soft. Her hand fit with his like living water, her long fingers brushing the skin on the back of his hand. Around the knuckles, her skin was a light rose. Her wrist was prominent and thin. If he cared to inspect her fingers, he would notice some calluses, presumably from her guitar.
Her other hand brushed his jaw slowly before she leaned forward and kissed him again, slowly at first, but deepening it after a moment.
She slipped her leg over his hips, leaning down and kissing him deeply again, her hand on his jaw. “You’re spoiling me.”
She grinned, leaning down to kiss him again, resting her body against his. “They spread out when he’s sleeping.”
