[ He helps her along, a hand at her waist, a contented sound at the easy and assuring weight of her on his thighs. She is a myriad of familiar shapes and textures, from rigid stays to the fold and drape of inexpensive skirt fabric, and more intimately, the press of the kiss between them, including this altered angled. But familiarity doesn't equate to any sense of having had his share.
And there is a more discordant pang at the core of it. That there could well have been some last time, and they wouldn't have known it, then.
His hand (likewise now rid of cigarette) comes up to push fingers through her hair as he guides them both into a more ardent kiss than the last. ]
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And there is a more discordant pang at the core of it. That there could well have been some last time, and they wouldn't have known it, then.
His hand (likewise now rid of cigarette) comes up to push fingers through her hair as he guides them both into a more ardent kiss than the last. ]