<sub>words mutter against lips , hasty push of smaller frame to edge of counter && soon do larger palms cup her cheeks , thumbs stroking cheekbones ( you’d do anything for her , she knows this ) ; there is a moment of silent adjustment wherein one arm slides around her back  shifting her upwards to sit on the edge of counter top - lumbering step back , hands now both GENTLE upon her waist as umber gaze flits across familiar features , rare moment of complete inaction && he’s just WATCHING her . adoration lines strong features , palms running up sides , counting ribs with tender touches , stopping only when deft fingers part shirt from her shoulders , following path downwards as fabric drags down her arms . 

                                                         ❝  whatever you want , gemma .  ❞</sub>

_{fuck sentence meme
status: accepting}

                           _{hand scrubs over face , umber gaze not shifting from other whilst free hand drums dry rhythm against thigh ; back reclines into seat , broad frame seemingly at ease ( he doesn’t care , don’t ask him if he does ) , && it seems like a good age before a response leaves in verbal gravel .            ❝  same fuckin’ broken record .  ❞}