Without breaking the kiss, Mary pressed a palm against the ground, lifting herself to settle him on his waist, craning Caleb’s head up. Cupping the back of his head, her fingers snaked into his hair. She pulled away with a click, a smile on her lips.
"Not bad, ‘ole man."
Garret laughed slightly, letting his chuckle ending in a short sigh.
"Yer makin’ my head duzz, young Lady…"
His fingers rested on her face, brushing over it, not even being used to touching someone so gently and carefully as he used his hands rather for cutting thick animal skin or even men’s throats.
"But we won’t go further… ‘s that fine with ya…? As I don’ wanna risk gettin’ in touch with your wounds and stuff down there, to be honest… So I’ll enjoy little butterfly kisses more than ever, Deary. You have no idea..!"
“’Stuff down ‘ere’, ahren’ you endearin’.” the youth crooned, cupping his cheek, smirking, inclining for another kisses. This one a little stronger than the previous. It had been a while since she last kiss a person like this and it was then she realized how much she missed kissing, being kissed. She would indulge until it left her breathless.
Parting with another intimate click, Mary’s dark gaze settled on his neck and she dipped, forcing his neck to the side with the kiss and nipping she lavished his the crook of his neck with.