and there is the way that edmund likes to nip at her bottom lip during kisses, and there is his tendency to close his eyes when he tries to restrain himself, and there: the noises he makes at the back of his throat that he tries not to make at all. little pinpricks from the past as they tangle together, dizzy with rediscovery and all the things she never realized she's forgotten. susan remembers that he is gentle and attentive when he wants to be, remembers specifically the feel of his hand resting on the small of her back, but when she licks the sweat from the base of his throat she thinks yes, this and is brought back six years and one lifetime ago to burrowing under his blankets in the boys' bedroom as the snow fell outside, his telling her, "we ought to gang up on pete and lu in a snowball fight," and her replying, "i'd rather stay warm." and stay warm they did.
...ummmm. i just kind of ficced your fic. i apologize.
ye olde facepalme
and there is the way that edmund likes to nip at her bottom lip during kisses, and there is his tendency to close his eyes when he tries to restrain himself, and there: the noises he makes at the back of his throat that he tries not to make at all. little pinpricks from the past as they tangle together, dizzy with rediscovery and all the things she never realized she's forgotten. susan remembers that he is gentle and attentive when he wants to be, remembers specifically the feel of his hand resting on the small of her back, but when she licks the sweat from the base of his throat she thinks yes, this and is brought back six years and one lifetime ago to burrowing under his blankets in the boys' bedroom as the snow fell outside, his telling her, "we ought to gang up on pete and lu in a snowball fight," and her replying, "i'd rather stay warm." and stay warm they did.
...ummmm. i just kind of ficced your fic. i apologize.