[The air outside of her skirts is cooler, but he still feels heated as he meets her halfway, pushes himself back up, hair disheveled, lips swollen for the two seconds they manage to be. Her mouth finds his own without much of an objection or hesitance at where they have been, and he groans in return, brings his arms around her to hold her tight and steady against him.
He could stay here kissing her for hours, he figures, but the shift of his weight on his seat is getting impertinent and needful. The cant of his head goes further, then, to try to distract himself by deepening the kiss, but it's short; he shivers and pulls back to rest his forehead against hers.] Help me with my belt?
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He could stay here kissing her for hours, he figures, but the shift of his weight on his seat is getting impertinent and needful. The cant of his head goes further, then, to try to distract himself by deepening the kiss, but it's short; he shivers and pulls back to rest his forehead against hers.] Help me with my belt?