[ He puffs up a bit in pride that she's enjoying the kiss. He meets her tongue with his and slips his lips against hers, trying to ignore the slight sound of suction as he properly fits to her. His hands slide up to her shoulders, then into her hair. He even scoots a little closer to her.
She's so... he feels like he can get to know how she really is when they're being intimate like this. She's so loud and brash and bulldozing (much like him, in a way, but with exuberance rather than irritability) but it's not how she really is, not deep down. She's thoughtful and sweet and maybe a little insecure and the gentleness of it comes through in times like these.
That's why he takes one hand from her hair and laces his fingers with hers. ]
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She's so... he feels like he can get to know how she really is when they're being intimate like this. She's so loud and brash and bulldozing (much like him, in a way, but with exuberance rather than irritability) but it's not how she really is, not deep down. She's thoughtful and sweet and maybe a little insecure and the gentleness of it comes through in times like these.
That's why he takes one hand from her hair and laces his fingers with hers. ]