Good, she thinks. Then they are again on more or less the same page. This will be a simple matter.
Perhaps it's how unaccustomed to their surroundings he still seems -- not to mention smells as she nears, tastes as her lips part against his -- but that alone is an odd kind of thrill after weeks of being here. That and the fact that of the handful of people here she has kissed he is one of the few to immediately respond with his hands, strangely encouraging in her hair and at the back of her head, as though he'd like to keep her there against his lips. It makes this feel more personal, and while this exchange doesn't need to feel personal and may even, in her opinion, be easier if it doesn't... she likes the process better when it does.
She's learned how to kiss here, a skill unlikely to help her win a war: her lips are pliant against his, inviting, and she doesn't miss the opportunity to lick into his mouth. One hand can't resist rising from his shoulder to smooth against the side of his face, the pad of her thumb traced up his elegant cheekbone and then -- not without a measure of cheek-warming self-consciousness that he is hopefully far too close and absorbed in her to notice -- run carefully along the pointed shell of his ear.
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Date: 22 Mar 2024 08:42 pm (UTC)Perhaps it's how unaccustomed to their surroundings he still seems -- not to mention smells as she nears, tastes as her lips part against his -- but that alone is an odd kind of thrill after weeks of being here. That and the fact that of the handful of people here she has kissed he is one of the few to immediately respond with his hands, strangely encouraging in her hair and at the back of her head, as though he'd like to keep her there against his lips. It makes this feel more personal, and while this exchange doesn't need to feel personal and may even, in her opinion, be easier if it doesn't... she likes the process better when it does.
She's learned how to kiss here, a skill unlikely to help her win a war: her lips are pliant against his, inviting, and she doesn't miss the opportunity to lick into his mouth. One hand can't resist rising from his shoulder to smooth against the side of his face, the pad of her thumb traced up his elegant cheekbone and then -- not without a measure of cheek-warming self-consciousness that he is hopefully far too close and absorbed in her to notice -- run carefully along the pointed shell of his ear.