[ His mouth is warm and soft and distracting, which keeps her from complaint that he has stilled her in his grip. Frankly, the grip itself its welcome, sturdy and firm and assertive in a way that has heat rising in her chest. Kira's hands slide back from his face, digging into his hair to pull him in tighter, turning the soft kiss bruising without ever deepening it. Fistfuls of hair tug at his scalp as she uses it like a leash to savor the warmth of his lips.
If he's in any kind of trouble, it's only for being too unassuming, too skittish.
When Kira draws back with a long, heavy inhale, her eyes flash wide and dark, pupils made slightly bigger for the kiss. She meets his gaze, lingering close, and then searches the rest of his face, considering it. Evaluating, almost. She decides that she likes this very much a moment later, and leans in to drag her tongue lightly across his lower lip, then sucks it into her mouth to savor the taste of it and satisfy some new but burning curiosity.
As she releases, her teeth scrape along his lip, and the suction means there's a faint wet pop as his lip is freed. It's experimental almost, evident in the slight tilt of her head, in the way she opens her eyes back up to survey his reaction. ]
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If he's in any kind of trouble, it's only for being too unassuming, too skittish.
When Kira draws back with a long, heavy inhale, her eyes flash wide and dark, pupils made slightly bigger for the kiss. She meets his gaze, lingering close, and then searches the rest of his face, considering it. Evaluating, almost. She decides that she likes this very much a moment later, and leans in to drag her tongue lightly across his lower lip, then sucks it into her mouth to savor the taste of it and satisfy some new but burning curiosity.
As she releases, her teeth scrape along his lip, and the suction means there's a faint wet pop as his lip is freed. It's experimental almost, evident in the slight tilt of her head, in the way she opens her eyes back up to survey his reaction. ]