When El reached out to settle his arms securely around her wait again, something in Mike sort of broke and melted, gleeful and awed at the same time as he obliged her, pulling her close...but backing away a little from the counter at the same time.
He wasn't going to push his luck, or her comfort boundaries.
If she didn't mind him holding her, though--that was fine. He liked holding her, tight, too...loved holding her, loved kissing her--shit, how could she kiss like this if she'd never kissed anyone else before? It boggled his mind...it made him wonder if it was just him that brought this out in her.
And that made him feel like doing something ridiculous, like howling at the moon.
"Dad's...gone...an hour, huh?" he got out between kisses, backing up until he felt the kitchen table against the back of his legs. It seemed sturdy enough, so he shifted to sit on the edge, pulling El to stand between his knees so he could hitch her close and kiss her again.
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He wasn't going to push his luck, or her comfort boundaries.
If she didn't mind him holding her, though--that was fine. He liked holding her, tight, too...loved holding her, loved kissing her--shit, how could she kiss like this if she'd never kissed anyone else before? It boggled his mind...it made him wonder if it was just him that brought this out in her.
And that made him feel like doing something ridiculous, like howling at the moon.
"Dad's...gone...an hour, huh?" he got out between kisses, backing up until he felt the kitchen table against the back of his legs. It seemed sturdy enough, so he shifted to sit on the edge, pulling El to stand between his knees so he could hitch her close and kiss her again.