[ as soon as he gets his focus straight again, he's keen to try to check on her, even if the weight of her across his body, slammed on in the midst of the fall, is enough indication that she hadn't had as rough of a landing as he had. but she's laughing before he can even check, her face leaning down into him.
somehow he can already tell the mischief in her voice, in the suggestion of that poor baby, and for a moment, he's tempted to kiss her anyway, before she can follow through —
but she's quick, freezing cold snow smashed into his face, an instant chill racing over his cheeks. laying down like he is, rather than sliding off his skin, the pieces linger as he groans through his laughter. ]
Oh, yeah, you — you took care of that real nice. Fuck. [ not that he's inclined to accept her victory, especially as he brings his hand up to the back of her neck, holding her where she is so he can lean up and rub his chilled, snow-coated cheeks against hers in retaliation. ]
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somehow he can already tell the mischief in her voice, in the suggestion of that poor baby, and for a moment, he's tempted to kiss her anyway, before she can follow through —
but she's quick, freezing cold snow smashed into his face, an instant chill racing over his cheeks. laying down like he is, rather than sliding off his skin, the pieces linger as he groans through his laughter. ]
Oh, yeah, you — you took care of that real nice. Fuck. [ not that he's inclined to accept her victory, especially as he brings his hand up to the back of her neck, holding her where she is so he can lean up and rub his chilled, snow-coated cheeks against hers in retaliation. ]