Lines of Communication
In the dark, they speak without words, preferring a touch, a kiss. Angelo's worried tonight; his hands tell her that, tracing familiar patterns across her body, taking comfort in the known.
Jessica answers with a nip on his collarbone, lips and tongue blazing new trails across the skin of his chest. He gasps a bit, tensing; her answer isn't what he expected. She bites again - pay attention - and gradually the patterns change in response to her reassurance. He discovers a new path along her ribs, following it with deft fingers, and she smiles.
In the dark, they need no words.
Written for 101 Kisses. Theme: #97 - Explore
