[There's a sort of gleeful laugh of approval that comes from her as his lips meet hers. She doesn't mind the aggression, but instead falls into it. She's wanted this for just as long as he has- possibly longer. But that's a competition to debate another day.
Her skin flushes, the temperature rising even further as she presses her torso against his. The contact makes her head swim, leaving her body to move by instinct. Her hips shift, rocking slightly against him. There's a timidness there, because if she's done this before, she certainly doesn't remember it.]
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Her skin flushes, the temperature rising even further as she presses her torso against his. The contact makes her head swim, leaving her body to move by instinct. Her hips shift, rocking slightly against him. There's a timidness there, because if she's done this before, she certainly doesn't remember it.]