[The hand not on his hip moves to cup his jaw and cheek tenderly at that smile. He's a sweetheart. The loyal, marrying type for someone who wants that life. For now, they're both enjoying the intimate company of a friend.
He doesn't have to be careful, but she lets him choose, eyes fluttering at the gentle brush of his lips. Otherwise, her gaze lingers on his, mouth curling upwards as he takes the lead. Her thumb smooths over skin as she threads her fingers back into the curls of his hair as he deepens the kiss pleasurably. Her lips part and she kisses back, slow and deliberate.]
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He doesn't have to be careful, but she lets him choose, eyes fluttering at the gentle brush of his lips. Otherwise, her gaze lingers on his, mouth curling upwards as he takes the lead. Her thumb smooths over skin as she threads her fingers back into the curls of his hair as he deepens the kiss pleasurably. Her lips part and she kisses back, slow and deliberate.]