create until nothing is left to create

curls and smiles

You slide your hands up into Joe's hair, marveling at its softness and how the curls wrap around your fingers. You trace the curve of his ears with your thumbs, and he smiles at you. He runs his hands along your sides, your knees bracketed at either side of his hips as you sit in his lap on the couch. "I love your hair," you mutter, because it's true, and you hum when he smiles wider and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

"I know, honeybun."

You rub your thumbs in circles over his cheeks, gentle along his cheekbones, and his skin heats under your touch. His hands wander to your thighs, his palms warm and grounding as your head tips forward and your lips brush his. You retreat, bashful, your fingers tightening his hair, and the warmth of his hands on your thighs disappears. He instead cradles your face with both hands, and your eyes slip closed before he kisses you.

You mutter his name against his lips, his fingertips rough and present on your face. His chin juts forward as he presses his lips to yours with a greater tenacity, so you tease him, pushing his hands away and drawing back, then dutifully dipping your head down to mouth at his neck, your lips wet and insistent as they find the center of his throat where his Adam's apple bobs slowly as he swallows. He giggles, his hands settling on your hips again, and he lets his head fall back, providing you with easier access to his neck.

You bite down gently, unsure, but relax when Joe sighs and whispers, "That feels good." You snort, amused by his unusual lack of vocabulary, and you bite a second time with more confidence. His fingers twitch, and as you continue your assault on his neck, his hands slip around to your back and then further down, and you smirk against his skin. Eager, you bite just below his chin, hard enough to leave a mark, and he moans roughly, then rasps, "Calm down a little, sweetheart," his voice like gravel.

You pull away to look into his eyes, and his lips curve up into a smile.