[She had been right. This is exactly what she'd wanted. His lips feel as wonderful as she remembers them, soft and warm, enthusiastic somehow. She gives as good as she gets, matching pressure for pressure, although she's really not sure if she's doing this right. Is she supposed to move her mouth? She moves her hand instead, up his chest and neck until she can cup his cheek like she'd done on Exogol, relishing the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.
By the time he pulls away, her head is spinning a little (in the best possible way) and she feel like her heart might burst because HE'D WANTED TO! She can't help the grin which spreads across her face.]
Good.
[She blinks and tries to reign in her expression slightly as she asks back:]
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By the time he pulls away, her head is spinning a little (in the best possible way) and she feel like her heart might burst because HE'D WANTED TO! She can't help the grin which spreads across her face.]
Good.
[She blinks and tries to reign in her expression slightly as she asks back:]
Good?