[He doesn't give her a chance to protest at all, her lips parting but only getting as far as another gasp past her lips when the heat of his hands find her skin, leaving burning trails in his wake along her spine, and then yet another when he tugs on the strings of her blouse, pulling it open at her chest with more ease than should be allowed by any man with his teeth. Skilled with his mouth in too many ways that are a threat to her closely guarded restraint...
She tried to pay attention—tried to focus on the fireworks because that is the whole reason that they came all the way up here, is it not? Tried to ignore the way he was staring at her and how she felt the weight of it bearing down on her so heavily. But with him wrapped around her like this, with how trapped she was to him, with how his warmth envelops her fully, how was she supposed to?
And more importantly, how was she supposed to resist when his lips descended upon her neck? To all those places that he knows will make her melt right into his palms?
Pulse racing, there is a light tug on his hair. She gently pulls so that his face lifts just enough for him to meet her gaze.]
... Would you rather that I didn't?
[She leans in to kiss him again, her voice soft and trembling with both wanting and the disquiet in her heart.]
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She tried to pay attention—tried to focus on the fireworks because that is the whole reason that they came all the way up here, is it not? Tried to ignore the way he was staring at her and how she felt the weight of it bearing down on her so heavily. But with him wrapped around her like this, with how trapped she was to him, with how his warmth envelops her fully, how was she supposed to?
And more importantly, how was she supposed to resist when his lips descended upon her neck? To all those places that he knows will make her melt right into his palms?
Pulse racing, there is a light tug on his hair. She gently pulls so that his face lifts just enough for him to meet her gaze.]
... Would you rather that I didn't?
[She leans in to kiss him again, her voice soft and trembling with both wanting and the disquiet in her heart.]
You seemed to want it just as much.
[And then again.]
... Or I misread.