[His breath comes out shaky, shivery, as her nails graze across his neck. It's a little embarrassing. She hasn't even done anything really; it's just that he knows she's going to. That's what has him on edge.]
[She could make reading the mail filthy if she wanted, of course. He can't quite keep himself from angling into the kiss, teeth grazing briefly across her lip before he pulls back just a bit and looks up at her. That look, it's somewhere between worshipful and possessive.]
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[She could make reading the mail filthy if she wanted, of course. He can't quite keep himself from angling into the kiss, teeth grazing briefly across her lip before he pulls back just a bit and looks up at her. That look, it's somewhere between worshipful and possessive.]
Five.