[The problem, of course, is that she very much wants it to be a kiss that goes somewhere. She always does with Abdul. He tugs her closer and suddenly she very much wants the half hour to be over, because they can't do a damn thing in public. She can't even straddle him, so what's the point?
She doesn't press closer. Not yet. She lingers at the kiss, fingers curled in his shirt, letting it go on as long as she can without deepening it.
She isn't breathless as she pulls back, but it's a close thing. Jeanne bites her bottom lip, eyes darting around his face.]
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She doesn't press closer. Not yet. She lingers at the kiss, fingers curled in his shirt, letting it go on as long as she can without deepening it.
She isn't breathless as she pulls back, but it's a close thing. Jeanne bites her bottom lip, eyes darting around his face.]
Twenty of those?