Her lips feel nice against his. Soft. Warm. He forgets that he had jumped in thinking just a kiss, just a kiss, because fuck that, when they can get so much more from this. Instead of drawing away, he moves his lips against hers to draw out the kiss, and the hand on her shoulder jumps to her hair. His fingers tangle in it - and god, it's so smooth - holding her head in place.]
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Her lips feel nice against his. Soft. Warm. He forgets that he had jumped in thinking just a kiss, just a kiss, because fuck that, when they can get so much more from this. Instead of drawing away, he moves his lips against hers to draw out the kiss, and the hand on her shoulder jumps to her hair. His fingers tangle in it - and god, it's so smooth - holding her head in place.]