"I enjoy flying," is Sam's perhaps nonsensical sounding answer, "but what I really love is free-falling. Keep the wings tucked in. Let myself drop for as long as I can before I open them to catch myself."
Figure it out as they go? Improvisation, free-fall?
Yeah, Sam can work with that. Sam can enjoy that. He leans back a little, more fully into Steve's arms, soaking up that oh so careful hold, the intimacy of the moment. They could stay like this, Sam thinks, and he'd be content, if not for the fact that should this go where it feels like it's going, he'd like to be able to look into Steve's eyes, too.
He turns his head slightly, tips it back enough to offer his lips. The position would be uncomfortable if he didn't feel oh so secure in leaning into Steve, knowing his weight in the man's arms is next to nothing.
The motion makes his shirt ride up a little, gives the hands loosely wrapped around him a sliver of warm skin to enjoy if they'd like.
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Figure it out as they go? Improvisation, free-fall?
Yeah, Sam can work with that. Sam can enjoy that. He leans back a little, more fully into Steve's arms, soaking up that oh so careful hold, the intimacy of the moment. They could stay like this, Sam thinks, and he'd be content, if not for the fact that should this go where it feels like it's going, he'd like to be able to look into Steve's eyes, too.
He turns his head slightly, tips it back enough to offer his lips. The position would be uncomfortable if he didn't feel oh so secure in leaning into Steve, knowing his weight in the man's arms is next to nothing.
The motion makes his shirt ride up a little, gives the hands loosely wrapped around him a sliver of warm skin to enjoy if they'd like.