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Miriam "Midge" Maisel ([personal profile] doesntsing) wrote2027-11-05 11:15 am
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[personal profile] motiontocompel 2025-05-08 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Not unlike Midge, Foggy can sense the way anticipation is building within his limbs. They feel heavy, unwilling to move any direction other than nearer to this beautifully patient woman. Skin warmed by their proximity, he finds himself holding his breath a second before their lips meet.

Pressed together, lips meeting sweetly, Foggy can't help but drown in the blooming flutters tickling his insides. His mouth matches hers in enthusiasm, borrowing light pressure and searching for that perfect angle. His arms link around her and squeezes gently, lifting her and pulling her more readily against him. And when he breaks free, he's appropriately breathless, laughing and holding her still, but near-timid about how little he wants to let go.

"You made the night feel adventurous. If I would have been alone, it would have just been depressing," he says, softly. "I'm excited to see where we'll go next."