[ By contrast, Angel is mocking, she doesn't giggle at his effort, even when he has to stop and work it free. Rather, she stays as still as her evident tipsiness allows her to. Letting him work it free, stepping in close so he doesn't have to reach after he finally grabs one.
Granted, she's still giddy, still breathing quick on the inhale even when she tries to slow on the exhale. Hard to keep constant. All smoke and tricks of light as she smiles up at him. Feeling her feet in her shoes where they press against the floor, the curl of her skirt around her ankles. But when he's done, she tilts her face up: ] Well? [ and she presents her cheek to be kissed. ]
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Granted, she's still giddy, still breathing quick on the inhale even when she tries to slow on the exhale. Hard to keep constant. All smoke and tricks of light as she smiles up at him. Feeling her feet in her shoes where they press against the floor, the curl of her skirt around her ankles. But when he's done, she tilts her face up: ] Well? [ and she presents her cheek to be kissed. ]