[She's trying so, so hard not to fall too far to their whims, but it becomes more difficult the more his hands travel. She returns the favour, her own fingers sneaking under the hem of his shirt to press into his back, nails scratching gentle and loving lines the muscles along his waist as she returns the kiss with both enthusiasm and a careful amount of tenderness to it as well. Her leg lifts to wrap around his hip where she holds him to her with an iron grip while her elbows anchor her against the bar.
And only when she breaks her lips from his, her heart already racing, does she feel daring enough to meet his gaze.]
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And only when she breaks her lips from his, her heart already racing, does she feel daring enough to meet his gaze.]
Already? We've only just barely gotten set up.
[She assumes he knows what she means...]