[ Her lips part, slow and inviting, when he sweeps his thumb across the lower — fire in his eyes, in his touch, and she half-expects to look down and see flames licking across her skin in the wake of his hand, hovering above while only leaving pleasant warmth behind. But he lowers his mouth to hers before she can even fully harbor the thought, and his hands on her are guiding without force.
This far, nothing threatens to consume her, to take control; it's with that caution in mind that she still rises up to meet him, arms winding around his taller frame as he walks her back just as carefully, and she remembers the smooth movement of his body against her own in a much different setting.
She stretches out a hand towards the sofa to brace herself against it, then him, not so presumptuous that she'll assume a seat anywhere but on the cushion adjacent to his own, unless he intends to bring her closer. ]
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This far, nothing threatens to consume her, to take control; it's with that caution in mind that she still rises up to meet him, arms winding around his taller frame as he walks her back just as carefully, and she remembers the smooth movement of his body against her own in a much different setting.
She stretches out a hand towards the sofa to brace herself against it, then him, not so presumptuous that she'll assume a seat anywhere but on the cushion adjacent to his own, unless he intends to bring her closer. ]