Title: Talk Is Overrated
Summary: She kissed his shoulder as she moved her hand from his hip and around to his stomach.
A/N: This was written for a prompt that I received on tumblr.
"Just talk to me," she pleaded softly, hand going to rest against is hip as she pushed the front of her body into his back. She kissed his shoulder as she moved her hand from his hip and around to his stomach.
He relaxed, sagging against her body. It was almost as if he was allowing her to hold him up. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. "What do you want me to say, Carol?"
She smiled against his sweat-soaked skin as she inhaled his scent. She hummed softly, letting the vibration from her lips radiate through his body. She shifts, slipping beneath his arm until she standing in front of him. Her blue eyes look up into his as she shrugs. "Whatever you want," she coaxed as gently as she dared.
His hands come up to cup both of her cheeks. Instead of speaking, his mouth opens and presses to hers. He had always suspected that when their first kiss happened, it would be her kissing him, but now he found that he was the one to kiss her. He started to pull away until that very second when he felt her mouth responding to his.
Now his hands are in her hair, tugging as only he can. He can't get enough of her mouth, her taste. He can't get enough of her.
Her lips twitched into a grin as the kiss ends, leaving them both breathless as their chests rise and fall. She looked up into his eyes as her knuckles graze his stubbled cheek. "I think that says enough," she assured him.