[It's a lot, her attention pulled between the sensation of Keith's kisses on her neck and jaw, a warm trail that lingers long after he pulls away, and just the anticipation as Lance leans in is nearly enough to make her a little dizzy. Their noses bump and she can't help a breathless laugh that bubbles up, quieted when he kisses her, and it's so soft and sweet — both of them are, Keith's gentle touches, and Lance's lips against hers — it makes her heart ache behind her ribs.
She's always been someone easily stirred by emotions, easily drawn into moments, and it was so easy to fall into this, the comforting touches, the way Keith pressed affection into one set of fingertips while the other set were caged in by Lance's slender digits. Both touches uniquely intimate, but uniform in their warmth. Just the same, the way she kissed Lance was slow and gently curious in a way different from how she'd kissed Keith moments before, yet equal in passion, stirring heat in her all the same.
From Keith's lips, her hand turns over to trace feather light touches up the curve of his cheek, lingering only to trace over the line of his scar up to the high part of his cheekbones, mapping him with her fingertips. And as she finally breaks the kiss with Lance, leaning back, a blush rises to her cheeks as she realizes that she's panting a little, as if she'd forgotten to breath (she had). And when she opens her eyes, it becomes more readily apparent how close they all are. With her back nearly leaning into Keith, and with Lance leaning forward, the space that was once her own was now occupied by the both of them. And more readily apparent how much she didn't mind it at all.]
You are both so beautiful.
[The thoughts had manifested as a sigh, slipped out before she could catch herself, and the heat rises to the peaks of her cheeks, just a little bit bashful because, while words felt appropriate, those ones felt oddly intimate, sighed out as they were.]
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Date: 2019-01-28 02:54 am (UTC)She's always been someone easily stirred by emotions, easily drawn into moments, and it was so easy to fall into this, the comforting touches, the way Keith pressed affection into one set of fingertips while the other set were caged in by Lance's slender digits. Both touches uniquely intimate, but uniform in their warmth. Just the same, the way she kissed Lance was slow and gently curious in a way different from how she'd kissed Keith moments before, yet equal in passion, stirring heat in her all the same.
From Keith's lips, her hand turns over to trace feather light touches up the curve of his cheek, lingering only to trace over the line of his scar up to the high part of his cheekbones, mapping him with her fingertips. And as she finally breaks the kiss with Lance, leaning back, a blush rises to her cheeks as she realizes that she's panting a little, as if she'd forgotten to breath (she had). And when she opens her eyes, it becomes more readily apparent how close they all are. With her back nearly leaning into Keith, and with Lance leaning forward, the space that was once her own was now occupied by the both of them. And more readily apparent how much she didn't mind it at all.]
You are both so beautiful.
[The thoughts had manifested as a sigh, slipped out before she could catch herself, and the heat rises to the peaks of her cheeks, just a little bit bashful because, while words felt appropriate, those ones felt oddly intimate, sighed out as they were.]