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[She murmurs as he moves to her urging, their lips brushing in a barely-there kiss, and then he follows it with another, firmer and more heat to it as she presses up into it with a sigh as she holds onto him. His one arm lifting her up and her knees come up to press into his hips, helping balance herself a little as he bumps the door open and carries her inside.

It's nice, the way he carries her, their lips still mingling, that heat that thrums through her body, dragging slender fingers through his hair to touch against the back of his neck, her other hand anchoring herself against his shoulder as the door closes behind them.]

If you didn't I'd be very disappointed.

[A little breathless, her eyes shining bright and heated in the dim light of her bedroom as his breath teases against her flushed lips. She's not shy either -- it can be hard to get her here, to make her decide it's worth wanting someone, but she's always owned her sexuality no matter what assumptions people made about her. She smiles, leans in and nips teeth against his lips with a low hum, just a little playful.

Her room is almost criminally plain; the only real decoration is the weapons arranged to be in easy reach no matter where she is.]

I want you too.