[Her own heart is beating so hard that at first she doesn't notice his. Gradually, she becomes aware of the other rhythm, just slightly out of sync. For the sake of certainty, she slides a hand from where it curled around his shoulder over and up his neck to press two fingers just under his jaw, and sure enough. It's immensely gratifying, having this tangible proof of how she affects him.
Of course, he's having an effect on her too. The kissing gets easier, more natural, as he lets go, which enables her to get into it properly. She's beginning to enjoy herself for reasons other than the novelty or the challenge.
The way he runs his hands over her figure is not only pleasant, it's uniquely him. It feels like he's memorizing her, down to the last detail, but with a good deal more delicacy than he would a crime scene. His hands leave a trail of residual warmth wherever they touch and, when it fades, she feels their absence very keenly. She wraps her other arm around his waist to tug him even closer.
At the same time, she nips at his lower lip, pulling at it just a little between her teeth.]
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Of course, he's having an effect on her too. The kissing gets easier, more natural, as he lets go, which enables her to get into it properly. She's beginning to enjoy herself for reasons other than the novelty or the challenge.
The way he runs his hands over her figure is not only pleasant, it's uniquely him. It feels like he's memorizing her, down to the last detail, but with a good deal more delicacy than he would a crime scene. His hands leave a trail of residual warmth wherever they touch and, when it fades, she feels their absence very keenly. She wraps her other arm around his waist to tug him even closer.
At the same time, she nips at his lower lip, pulling at it just a little between her teeth.]