( the tug to her braid makes her chuckle, the dissuasion clearly expected even if she has her complaints about being torn away from his neck. it's for the best to keep her from pushing him more than she already has, but she can't help it.
and just as she's about to voice said complaint, he catches her parted lips in a kiss. between the pleasant sting of the pull to her hair and the taste of him on her tongue, can he really blame her for the pleased rumble in her throat? the long lick of tongue along the line of his teeth?
well, far from quiet. but it's shut her up for now. )
[ far from quiet, but it's not as if he minds it — the pleased little rumble, one out of the many other sounds she's made. he latches onto her tongue, familiarizing himself with her taste once more as the hand on her knee tugs her closer until she's flush against him. this close, there's nothing to hide his body's reaction to her, but he doesn't think she'll wind up complaining about that.
for all his aversion to proximity, he sure has no qualms about being in her space. ]
( a surprised squeak, suddenly pulled, muffled right into a hungry mouth. already dazed from the kiss alone, the swell of him pressed into her belly earning a pleased hum out of her. a little too self-satisfied, maybe, what with the lazy way she returns the kiss after said realization. can't beat nature, can he.
she lets their combined spit string when she pulls away, licking at the corner of her lip briefly as her hand wanders up to cradle his nape, her voice lowering to a purr. )
[ but the fact that she's out here preventing him from it is implied. not that it'd matter much to her, if her current tone is any indication.
a bit of it ends up on her chin, his thumb reaching up to wipe it away before he registers it, using that same finger to press against her lower lip and slipping it into her mouth. ]
( how eager to keep her mouth occupied. what, is she talking too much for him?
she doesn't mind though, parting her lips for him to let her tongue press against that intrusive fingertip of his before her teeth scrapes along the line of it. not as sharp as his by far, but she's not as shy about letting them dig a little more as recompense.
and since he's not ushering her away, she's more than happy to twirl the crop of his hair around her fingers. encouragement more than deterrent. )
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and just as she's about to voice said complaint, he catches her parted lips in a kiss. between the pleasant sting of the pull to her hair and the taste of him on her tongue, can he really blame her for the pleased rumble in her throat? the long lick of tongue along the line of his teeth?
well, far from quiet. but it's shut her up for now. )
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for all his aversion to proximity, he sure has no qualms about being in her space. ]
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she lets their combined spit string when she pulls away, licking at the corner of her lip briefly as her hand wanders up to cradle his nape, her voice lowering to a purr. )
Thought you wanted to sleep?
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[ but the fact that she's out here preventing him from it is implied. not that it'd matter much to her, if her current tone is any indication.
a bit of it ends up on her chin, his thumb reaching up to wipe it away before he registers it, using that same finger to press against her lower lip and slipping it into her mouth. ]
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she doesn't mind though, parting her lips for him to let her tongue press against that intrusive fingertip of his before her teeth scrapes along the line of it. not as sharp as his by far, but she's not as shy about letting them dig a little more as recompense.
and since he's not ushering her away, she's more than happy to twirl the crop of his hair around her fingers. encouragement more than deterrent. )