He kisses her as if he’s making a p

He kisses her as if he’s making a point, both hands cradling her head on the pillow, his lips obstinately against her hair and face. She’s laughing, bright and flushed, and turns away to breathe.

Making her smile is one of the few things he likes about himself— even if at his own expense, like when he bumped his shin against the bed’s leg earlier, pointed at it and scolded, “Now, you stop that.” He told her in all seriousness that Scandinavian furniture had always deliberately antagonized him ever since he was a boy. In response, she kissed his knuckles, like some chivalrous knight, and told him that he was the seventh most ridiculous thing ever invented. She then suggested that he take off his clothes.

He now buries his face in the crook of her neck, his body bearing down on top of hers, and is down to his socks and a half-unbuttoned shirt, as though he got distracted while undressing and forgot his place. She, on the other hand, continues to wear every item of clothing she was wearing when entering the room.

(Minus underwear, which she wasn’t wearing anyway)

He feels too aware of himself, realizes he’s hiding, a silent concession that he doesn’t do this, could be like this for no one else. Her mouth twitches a small smile into his hair, her hand splayed and cool against his neck, like a compress soothing a fever. Sometimes it feels as though she’s the one who’s lived longer.

The springs of the cheap mattress poke against his knees, revenge for the clumsiness earlier. It really couldn’t be helped— it made her smile. He grazes his nose against her chin, playfully nipping at her bottom lip before kissing it more gently than before. “Clara,” he whispers, a bid for her attention even though he has it.

Her hands sneak under his shirt, palms smoothing themselves against his skin. She pushes him onto his back and sets herself on top of him.

“I had my doubts about that grilled chocolate and parmesan thing,” she tells him, tugging her dress down her body and then placing his hand on her bare breast, “but you, my friend, have changed my mind.”

“Glad to be of service,” his voice is gruff, and he tries to remain stern, but his face looks more like an apprehensive pout. Of all the things he could change her mind about, it had to be grilled cheese.

Her thumb sweeps against the clench of his jaw as she hovers closer. Moving his hands to the fabric pleated at her waist, he lifts his head and closes his lips around the breast she had offered him. He tongues her nipple, sucking at the soft, full flesh around it. Her head dips forward, chin to chest, cheek to his temple, and her eyes close, as if concentrating, listening for a bridge in a favourite song.

結果 (中文) 1:

他亲吻她，仿佛他做一个点，双手抱着头在枕头上，他顽固地反对她的头发和脸的嘴唇上。她在笑，明亮和满脸通红，和把脸转开呼吸。使她的微笑是他喜欢自己的少数事情之一 — — 即使自费像当他撞到了他的小腿在床腿较早前，指着它，骂了一顿，"现在，你停止，"。他告诉她在所有的严重性北欧家具总是刻意地对抗他自从他是个男孩。在响应，她吻了他的指关节，像一些侠义的骑士，并告诉他，他是有史以来的第七最可笑的事情。接着她又说，他脱下他的衣服。他现在把他的脸埋在她的脖子，轴承在她的他身体的骗子，是他的袜子和半解开衬衫，好像他脱衣服的时候得到分心，忘了他的位置。她，另一方面，继续穿每件衣服她穿着进屋的时候。(减去内衣，她反正没有戴)他觉得太了解自己，意识到他隐藏的沉默的让步，他不这样做，可以让这样的没有其他人。她嘴里进他的头发，她的手张开和凉快反对他的脖子，像抚慰发烧压缩抽搐了一丝微笑。有时候感觉仿佛她是一个人已经活得更长。泉的廉价床垫戳反对他的膝盖，早些时候的笨拙的报复。它真的不能帮助 — — 它使她的微笑。他正在吃草鼻子贴在她的下巴，调皮地咬着她的唇下比以前更温柔地亲吻它之前。"克拉拉，"他低声说，她注意申办即使他有它。她的手在他的衬衫下, 偷偷地手掌平滑自己对他的皮肤。她把他推到他的背上，并设置自己在他的身上。"我有我怀疑那烤的巧克力和干酪的事情，"她告诉他拽她遍她的全身的衣服，然后把他的手放在她裸露的乳房，"但我的朋友，你改变了主意。"很高兴能为您服务，"他的声音是沙哑的和他想要保持严肃，但他的脸看上去更像担心撅着嘴。所有的事情他能改变她的想法，它必须是烤的奶酪。她的拇指扫除紧紧抓住他的下巴，她徘徊在接近。他将他的手移动到织物打褶的在她的腰，抬起头和关闭他的嘴唇，她给他的乳房周围。他舌头她的乳头，吮吸着它周围果肉软、 充分。她头蘸向前，下巴到胸部，到太阳穴，脸颊，她的眼睛闭上，仿佛集中，听了一座桥梁中最喜欢的歌。

結果 (中文) 3:

他吻她，好像他犯了一个点，双手抱着自己的头在枕头上，他的嘴唇固执地反对她的头发和脸。她笑着，明亮的和冲洗，并轮流呼吸。她的微笑是一个几件事他喜欢自己，即使牺牲自己，就像当他撞到了他的小腿在床的腿前，指着它说，“现在，你别这样。”他告诉她一本正经，北欧家具总是故意对他自他是一个男孩。对此，她吻他的手指，像一些侠义骑士，并告诉他，他是第七个最可笑的发明。然后她建议他脱衣服。他现在他的脸埋在她的颈弯，他的身体压在她的上面，而在于他的袜子和半敞着衬衫，好像他分心而脱衣，忘了他的地方。她，另一方面，继续穿衣服的每一件衣服，她在进入房间。（减内衣，她没有穿反正）他感觉自己太清楚了，意识到自己的隐藏，一个沉默的让步，他没有这样做，可能是这样的没有别人。她的嘴抽搐的微笑在他的头发，她的手张开酷在他的脖子上，像一个压缩舒缓发烧。有时感觉好像她是一个活得更久的人。廉价的床垫的弹簧戳在膝盖上，复仇的笨拙的早。这真的不能帮助她微笑。他擦他的鼻子和下巴，调皮地咬着她的下嘴唇接吻前比以前更温柔。“克拉拉，”他低声说，这是一个对她的关注的出价，尽管他有。她的手偷偷地在他的衬衣下面，手掌平滑地在他的皮肤上。她把他推到他身上，把自己放在他身上。“我有我的，烤巧克力和芝士的东西的怀疑，”她告诉他，拽着她的衣服下她的身体，然后把他的手放在她裸露的乳房，但是你，我的朋友，改变了我的想法。”“很高兴能为您服务，”他的声音粗哑，他试图保持严肃，但他的脸看起来更像是一个善解人意的噘嘴。在他能改变她的想法的所有的事情，它必须是烤奶酪。她的大拇指扫对握紧他的下巴靠近她徘徊。移动他的手织物折叠在她的腰，他抬起头，闭上嘴唇乳房周围，她给了他。他舌乳头，吸吮着柔软的，它周围的肉。她的头向前倾，下巴向胸部，面颊到他的庙宇，她的眼睛闭着，仿佛集中，在一个最喜欢的歌曲的桥梁。