[ Honestly, it's doubtful she's even vaguely worried about roommates walking in at this point. Or if she'd even mind. (Of course she'd mind, since she'd be way embarrassed about all of this, but right now she's not even thinking about that possiblity, that threat hanging above their head. Which is saying a lot as to how lost she is in all of this, considering Ange is all about weighing risks and being extremely careful so to not set herself up for failure happiness-wise, no matter how little it might show on her face most of the time.)
Right now all she can think about is him, especially when his kisses move lower before going across her neck. It's nothing she's ever experienced before, and it's not really anything she's heard of before, considering how little experience she has with these things or with most information from outside of her own little isolated world.
But it feels good. It feels so terribly good that her breath hitches for a moment when his lips travel over her skin until they return to her own lips, and she practically hungrily starts to kiss him back.
Maybe she's a little too eager, and there's a small voice in the back of her mind that whispers that she should hold back, but she's opting to ignore it for the moment.
Kissing him in return, Ange's hand travels up into his hair - as her fingers intertwine with the strands, she manages to clench down so she's holding onto a sizable chunk of it. Not tightly enough to hurt, but it's almost looming like some sort of threat, like a sign that she isn't going to just accept this passively (because it hurts some vaguely prideful part of her, and because this feels much more exciting when it's like a competition, like a near-battle) and has all the power literally in her hand right now to make him suffer if she'd want to.
Not that she's going to, not while it's like this. This feels way too good, enough to make her feel slightly dizzy. ]
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Right now all she can think about is him, especially when his kisses move lower before going across her neck. It's nothing she's ever experienced before, and it's not really anything she's heard of before, considering how little experience she has with these things or with most information from outside of her own little isolated world.
But it feels good. It feels so terribly good that her breath hitches for a moment when his lips travel over her skin until they return to her own lips, and she practically hungrily starts to kiss him back.
Maybe she's a little too eager, and there's a small voice in the back of her mind that whispers that she should hold back, but she's opting to ignore it for the moment.
Kissing him in return, Ange's hand travels up into his hair - as her fingers intertwine with the strands, she manages to clench down so she's holding onto a sizable chunk of it. Not tightly enough to hurt, but it's almost looming like some sort of threat, like a sign that she isn't going to just accept this passively (because it hurts some vaguely prideful part of her, and because this feels much more exciting when it's like a competition, like a near-battle) and has all the power literally in her hand right now to make him suffer if she'd want to.
Not that she's going to, not while it's like this. This feels way too good, enough to make her feel slightly dizzy. ]