[ She's got to wonder what his touch would feel like without fabric in the way. And speaking of fabric, her hand momentarily drops from her face to tug on the fabric of her yukata, letting it ride up her legs so she doesn't run the risk of ruining it while staying in this position because-- well, he's a lot bigger than she is, and to straddle him her legs have to spread a bit-- not that she minds. Her hand returns to cupping his cheek only momentarily before she decides to move it again, fingers trailing along his jaw and down his neck and the crook of it before they press through the fabric on his collarbone.
The kiss slows, too, on her part, but it retains the same affection and want even when Shiro has the nerve to tease her with his tongue. Because two can play at that game, and with her legs a little less constricted by the yukata she can grind against him, just slightly. Which she does. ]
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The kiss slows, too, on her part, but it retains the same affection and want even when Shiro has the nerve to tease her with his tongue. Because two can play at that game, and with her legs a little less constricted by the yukata she can grind against him, just slightly. Which she does. ]