[ Reaching between them, she plucks the datapad off of his chest before it can continue digging into her own and deposits it somewhere above his head. All without an actual care to where she's placed it, fumbling blindly. To her credit, she hasn't shattered it in the process — the result of unhurried affection, no doubt.
Without any frantic, fervent hormonal rush involved, she takes to him slowly. Once he's done speaking, she slides her mouth back over his, cupping his cheek to pull him in properly and purloin those sipping, gentle kisses. She has never been soft — but, for him, she wants to be. ]
You want "this". [ She repeats in a murmur against his mouth. The upturn quirk of her own presses to his, a sign that she isn't fully serious and likely teasing him into elaborating when she continues, ] What do you mean by "this"?
[ Inquiring minds want to know, now that she thinks on it. ]
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Without any frantic, fervent hormonal rush involved, she takes to him slowly. Once he's done speaking, she slides her mouth back over his, cupping his cheek to pull him in properly and purloin those sipping, gentle kisses. She has never been soft — but, for him, she wants to be. ]
You want "this". [ She repeats in a murmur against his mouth. The upturn quirk of her own presses to his, a sign that she isn't fully serious and likely teasing him into elaborating when she continues, ] What do you mean by "this"?
[ Inquiring minds want to know, now that she thinks on it. ]