[ He's wanted this for so long. From the first moment he saw her, it seems; certainly as soon as he got to know her even a little. Now that that spark has found kindling, he can't help but burn. He loops his other hand around her waist, fingers splayed over her hip. And he kisses back desperately, as if he expects this moment to fade if he doesn't give it everything he's got.
He makes a soft, pleased noise as her hands find his neck. The scars there are sensitive; they turn to fire under her gentle ministrations. A flush spreads all along his cheeks and the back of his neck as well. This is going to start something he can't stop, won't it. He can't bring himself to care. ]
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He makes a soft, pleased noise as her hands find his neck. The scars there are sensitive; they turn to fire under her gentle ministrations. A flush spreads all along his cheeks and the back of his neck as well. This is going to start something he can't stop, won't it. He can't bring himself to care. ]