[He's hurt, and it registers with her that kissing might be painful for him. So she probably shouldn't chase his lips for another kiss, but she does. She pulls him into another series of drawn out kisses as her fingers tangle in his hair, giving a little tug every now and then to tip his head exactly how she needs him to.
But he has asked her something, and it would be rude not to answer. So she eventually breaks away, softly panting as her chest rapidly rises and falls. Her eyes are half-lidded as she looks to him, smiling as her hand slips free from his hair to move around to press lightly against his cheek instead. Her other hand goes up, brushing dark curls out of his face. Chrissy's struck in that moment just how pretty he is.
He's attractive, she knows that. Of course she thinks he's handsome. Or hot, whatever words you'd usually use for a guy. But he's pretty too, even with a bruised and busted face.]
Nah.
[Her answer is soft, voice still a little high breathy.]
I just want you.
[Her hands slip down from his face, one going to press over his hand that's on her thigh. She guides his touch a little higher upward, causing the fabric of his shirt that she's wearing to bunch as she presses his fingers up beneath it. It's essentially the most forward she's ever been, but she's completely relaxed while she's doing it. There's no shame, no worry that she's going to embarrass herself with him.]
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But he has asked her something, and it would be rude not to answer. So she eventually breaks away, softly panting as her chest rapidly rises and falls. Her eyes are half-lidded as she looks to him, smiling as her hand slips free from his hair to move around to press lightly against his cheek instead. Her other hand goes up, brushing dark curls out of his face. Chrissy's struck in that moment just how pretty he is.
He's attractive, she knows that. Of course she thinks he's handsome. Or hot, whatever words you'd usually use for a guy. But he's pretty too, even with a bruised and busted face.]
Nah.
[Her answer is soft, voice still a little high breathy.]
I just want you.
[Her hands slip down from his face, one going to press over his hand that's on her thigh. She guides his touch a little higher upward, causing the fabric of his shirt that she's wearing to bunch as she presses his fingers up beneath it. It's essentially the most forward she's ever been, but she's completely relaxed while she's doing it. There's no shame, no worry that she's going to embarrass herself with him.]