on my heart (just like a tattoo) [1990]

[theunpressuredclub]

 It's not the first time she's been sent away on a mission. It's the first time she's been away quite this long-- a whole month-- but they've adjusted, somewhat, to having to be away from one another for more extended periods of time.

Coming back, of course, always has them caught up in moments of passion as soon as they have a moment alone. She begs off fully taking her shirt off the first week back, says her shoulder's healing. She knows he worries about it, but she's gotten very good at using kisses and her hands as distraction techniques.

And then, towards the end of her second week back, Edgar will come back to find his girlfriend most certainly shirtless and waiting contentedly in his bed for him. Her lips will curl up in a somewhat wanton smile as she holds a hand out to him.

"Surprise, mon lion."

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[theunpressuredclub]

"Good."

Her lips brush along his jaw before her teeth catch at his ear, a pleased hum escaping her lips. Her hips shift contentedly in response to the touches as her own fingers drift, caressing lightly as they go.

"I love you."

She'll say it all night, likely, and she'll mean it every time.

[ofthecubs]

It's always wonderful to hear. It's exactly what he wants to hear in moments like this--and in all the other moments they're together. It ties this in with all Rachel's other smiles and laughs and moments of being truly happy.

"I love you."

And he loves tangling up with her like this, murmuring the words against every inch of her skin.