That touch. It doesn't startle her the same way it might have a couple of months ago, though her cheek heats up under his fingers as their tongues meet, curious in their exploration. Her weight shifts in his lap, just a little, as she leans in further, seeking out unfamiliar parts of him with her hand and mouth.
Until he pulls back, and earns himself a little huff. A moment of frustration as something nice is taken away in place of a question that, really, only has one obvious answer.
She never was subtle about thinking he's hot. )
Almost.
( In her fantasies, they're both wearing far less clothing. )
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That touch. It doesn't startle her the same way it might have a couple of months ago, though her cheek heats up under his fingers as their tongues meet, curious in their exploration. Her weight shifts in his lap, just a little, as she leans in further, seeking out unfamiliar parts of him with her hand and mouth.
Until he pulls back, and earns himself a little huff. A moment of frustration as something nice is taken away in place of a question that, really, only has one obvious answer.
She never was subtle about thinking he's hot. )
Almost.
( In her fantasies, they're both wearing far less clothing. )