[ There's a quiet whine, low in her throat, when she feels him respond beneath her, and she grinds herself down against him with earnestness, her fingers digging into the skin of his back.
She doesn't stop kissing him. She can't bring herself to, because everything else has managed to just fall away. The friction between their bodies, and the resulting roughness of her soaked, cotton underwear rubbing against her, makes the kiss grow a little more hurried, a little more desperate.
With no small amount of willpower, she forces her hands down away from his shoulders, down between them to the front of his pants. Buffy eases them open, her hands slipping inside to palm his erection, eager to feel the tangible proof of what she does to him. ]
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She doesn't stop kissing him. She can't bring herself to, because everything else has managed to just fall away. The friction between their bodies, and the resulting roughness of her soaked, cotton underwear rubbing against her, makes the kiss grow a little more hurried, a little more desperate.
With no small amount of willpower, she forces her hands down away from his shoulders, down between them to the front of his pants. Buffy eases them open, her hands slipping inside to palm his erection, eager to feel the tangible proof of what she does to him. ]