[His smile quickens her pulse almost as much as the kiss does, drawing another quiet giggle from her lips before they're sealed again by his. The best present ever, huh? That almost sounds like a challenge as she parts her lips and tries to gently coax his open with her tongue. At the same time, she brings her other arm up, looping it around his shoulders to draw herself in closer against him, trusting his hand on her cheek to keep them together.
Han Solo or James Bond he may not be, but it's not like she knows who they are, anyway. She just closes her eyes and goes where the feeling takes her, content to guide, but more than ready to follow his lead if he wants to take it.]
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Han Solo or James Bond he may not be, but it's not like she knows who they are, anyway. She just closes her eyes and goes where the feeling takes her, content to guide, but more than ready to follow his lead if he wants to take it.]