"She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than this; someone else's laughter in your mouth." - Maggie Stieflvater
We settled at the back of your Grandis, I rested my head on my favorite pillow, your laps, as you fumbled with my nipples playfully. Oh the peculiar tendencies of my lover. Laughter continuously broke out, and containing it only intensified the hysteria over nothingness. In between the giggles, we drew closer to each other, but only to knock our incisor against each other. I just read about this not too long ago. To have your lover's laughter in your mouth. Absolute ecstasy. The happiness of love.
