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We get back home from school, and instantly Phil's lips are on mine, having held back most affection during the day. The kiss becomes quickly heated, turning into something that's unlike anything we've ever done before. He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip, and I grant him access, opening my mouth, him sliding his tongue in.

It's sloppy, neither of us experienced at all, but it's nice. It's an expression of the emotion we feel towards each other. We part to breathe, and we walk into the bedroom, me laying down on the bed, and him positioning himself above me, propped up on his forearms, and goi g back to attacking my lips with his.

He moves his mouth does slowly, making it's way from my mouth, to my jaw, and then my neck, nipping at the skin slightly. I don't know a lot, but I know that'll leave a mark.

"I love you." He says after stopping his actions, looking up at me with that bright smile that doesn't fit his somewhat intimidating appearance. I've gotten used to it, nothing is ever what it looks like with us, it seems.

He returns his lips to y neck, making my breaths heavy, and I tug at his shirt, signalling for him to take it off, which he obliges to. I admire everything about him, lightly toned muscles, and pretty ink covering his arms, and also just above his heart. That one's got to be my favourite. He treasures me enough to permanently imprint my initials on his skin. 

His arms are mainly animals, ranging from a large lion face; to a snake weaving around one of his hands, other little images and words alongside them, and a constellation starting on his shoulder and reaching across to part of his chest.

He reaches his hands under my t-shirt, and I panic, and then calm down, remembering that it's fine. I'm comfortable with Phil. He looks at me, as a silent way of asking for consent, which I nod to, and he pulls the t-shirt over my head.

His eyes are instantly on my recently acquired piercing.

"When did you get this?" He asks, messing with the metal on my belly button.

"When you got that," I say, pointing to the tattoo on his chest.

"Do you want to-"

"Yes!" I say before he can even finish the sentence; because I know what he was going to ask.


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