Yeah? [ the softest hint of laughter beneath a shaky exhale, fingers splaying out against his shirt, exploring the texture of the fabric against her skin. there's an acute awareness, too, of how close he is — of his hands against her lower back, of his mouth still ghosting air against her own, of his chest underneath the shirt sturdy and solid.
she doesn't entirely know what she's doing or what all she wants to be doing, but she knows she's okay with his mouth on hers. more than okay with it, actually. she kind of wants to do it again.
so she does, the echo of a murmur against his mouth heard before she commits. ]
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she doesn't entirely know what she's doing or what all she wants to be doing, but she knows she's okay with his mouth on hers. more than okay with it, actually. she kind of wants to do it again.
so she does, the echo of a murmur against his mouth heard before she commits. ]
I hope that's a good wow.