[ She can't be sure, really, how he'll react to it until he does. To that end, her eyes are up, open, watching his reaction and taking a small breath of surprise - pleased, when he adjusts to kiss her properly. He might just push her away - and that's okay too, has to be, there are some things she'll never press on.
But he doesn't, she curls her fingers around his and meets him as he leans back to her. The thrill high and quick in her throat. Washed in a light coming off of him that proximity lets move through her, twice as bright as she's ever been. ( and oh how, if she's not addicted to that wash, letting him fill her veins up, all tingly and sharp and theirs ). This is - right, how it should be, close, warm. Now her eyes close, now she leans into him. Not half so worried she's crossed a line and that this is something he doesn't mind. Maybe she's thought of it, maybe she hasn't, but none of it matters to the fact that it is happening.
Her free hand comes up tentatively as he kisses her - she kisses him. Slipping up to his hair, touching at it idly, sticky with the alcohol tipped on him that she realises - she can taste on his mouth. Splaying her fingers to feel it tickle, and she smiles into it. ]
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But he doesn't, she curls her fingers around his and meets him as he leans back to her. The thrill high and quick in her throat. Washed in a light coming off of him that proximity lets move through her, twice as bright as she's ever been. ( and oh how, if she's not addicted to that wash, letting him fill her veins up, all tingly and sharp and theirs ). This is - right, how it should be, close, warm. Now her eyes close, now she leans into him. Not half so worried she's crossed a line and that this is something he doesn't mind. Maybe she's thought of it, maybe she hasn't, but none of it matters to the fact that it is happening.
Her free hand comes up tentatively as he kisses her - she kisses him. Slipping up to his hair, touching at it idly, sticky with the alcohol tipped on him that she realises - she can taste on his mouth. Splaying her fingers to feel it tickle, and she smiles into it. ]