They stayed stuck together on the wrecked bed for what felt like hours, neither wanting to move first. Nash's arms stayed wrapped tight around Aiko's smaller body while she pressed her face into his chest like she was trying to memorize the way he smelled.
Their lips moved together all slow and wet, the kind of kissing that makes your stomach do weird flips. Every time they pulled back just a little, their mouths made this sucking noise before connecting again.
"Mm." Aiko sighed right against his mouth, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his sweaty chest. Nash ran his hand through her crazy red hair, like someone had stuck their fingers in an electric socket, but he kept smoothing it down anyway like that would help.
Their tongues brushed together, no rush at all, just enjoying the warm sloppy mess of it.
