[ easy enough. maybe too easy. maybe alarm bells should go off about slipping into something that's comfortable and familiar between them, about unwrapping another layer of something that goes well beyond physical intimacy, but they don't. instead, daisy just smiles; she leans into the touch, her leg kicking a little from reflex alone, and her head tips to brush her lips against his cheek, trailing a path from jawline to the corner of his mouth before she greets him with a kiss.
she doesn't mean to. it just... happens. instinct, familiarity, muscle memory; call it what you like, but it's just the natural path of being so close, of being in a familiar place. somewhere, in some part of daisy's mind, where it's safe to let her guard down enough to close her eyes.
maybe they should get going, but this is what she's doing right now. ]
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she doesn't mean to. it just... happens. instinct, familiarity, muscle memory; call it what you like, but it's just the natural path of being so close, of being in a familiar place. somewhere, in some part of daisy's mind, where it's safe to let her guard down enough to close her eyes.
maybe they should get going, but this is what she's doing right now. ]