[She's laughing, still - not a mocking laugh, not a snide laugh, but a pleased laugh, something a bit joyous, because that is who she is: someone who laughs at this act, her hands moving across the planes of his stomach and then her own, one hand dipping into the front of her jeans, resting there for a moment, just to tease.
He doesn't have to tell her she's beautiful, because she doesn't need to hear it. Instead she puts her free hand on his face, traces the planes of his cheekbones, dips her fingertips into his hairline]
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He doesn't have to tell her she's beautiful, because she doesn't need to hear it. Instead she puts her free hand on his face, traces the planes of his cheekbones, dips her fingertips into his hairline]