[ Her hands settle flat to his chest. Her weight shifts down, her head tilting back into the catch of his hand where she feels it slip below the thick braid of hair. Give him the leverage to press over her without straining himself too much on his behalf. Because there's something to throwing down the gauntlet and riding the rest of it that follows. Tidal wave as that might be.
Her hands rise to press flat to his chest, not to push, but to hold. The hard leather of her braces leaves just her fingertips to brush against him to find that bare bit of skin she can at his neck. Chasing the taste of mead on his mouth. Chasing a rush of recklessness that is better than drug or drink. More heated, more purposeful as she inhales deep without breaking from him. Her eyes lowered watching his mouth - which is to say just - watching him. ]
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Her hands rise to press flat to his chest, not to push, but to hold. The hard leather of her braces leaves just her fingertips to brush against him to find that bare bit of skin she can at his neck. Chasing the taste of mead on his mouth. Chasing a rush of recklessness that is better than drug or drink. More heated, more purposeful as she inhales deep without breaking from him. Her eyes lowered watching his mouth - which is to say just - watching him. ]