[ Maybe because it starts off slow and gentle... she lowers her guard. It's not brief, as he'd stated, but it's impossibly sweet and this much is fine, isn't it? It's difficult to think like this, when he keeps returning to her lips and she finds herself welcoming him each and every time, feeling a brief pang of loss between each kiss.
But he intends to leave, she reasons. Once he's deemed a kiss the last one, and it nudges at her even harder this time, something she's already known: she doesn't want that. Not when he's warm and she apparently didn't drive him away, and he says her name like that, like he knows exactly who he's with and what she is and he wants nothing more, and that's--
Her hand, the one not holding him, moves to to cup the back of his neck and her thumb brushes over the skin there, stroking as she pushes forward into a kiss that's not as gentle or as slow. He can't just say her name like he had and not expect her to want to respond to that tenderness!
It's just them. No other viewers. No fellow participants.
Maybe this, despite how they were both raised, maybe following desire and instinct for once... is more than fine. And so she parts, briefly, staring into his eyes, mere seconds from sinking back into these increasingly heated kisses but wanting to convey her own thoughts-- ]
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But he intends to leave, she reasons. Once he's deemed a kiss the last one, and it nudges at her even harder this time, something she's already known: she doesn't want that. Not when he's warm and she apparently didn't drive him away, and he says her name like that, like he knows exactly who he's with and what she is and he wants nothing more, and that's--
Her hand, the one not holding him, moves to to cup the back of his neck and her thumb brushes over the skin there, stroking as she pushes forward into a kiss that's not as gentle or as slow. He can't just say her name like he had and not expect her to want to respond to that tenderness!
It's just them. No other viewers. No fellow participants.
Maybe this, despite how they were both raised, maybe following desire and instinct for once... is more than fine. And so she parts, briefly, staring into his eyes, mere seconds from sinking back into these increasingly heated kisses but wanting to convey her own thoughts-- ]
Stay. Please.