[She descends so fluidly that he very nearly doesn't answer her and goes straight for the kiss -- but he notices the way she does not take the opportunity herself. The promise of it makes something warm, low in his belly.]
I suppose so.
[He lets his hands coast from his waist down to her thighs, gripping them with as much certainty as he can manage, for all of his inexperience. He leans in to search for her lips with his own, and there is nothing to hold the relief that floods from him when he finds them again.]
no subject
I suppose so.
[He lets his hands coast from his waist down to her thighs, gripping them with as much certainty as he can manage, for all of his inexperience. He leans in to search for her lips with his own, and there is nothing to hold the relief that floods from him when he finds them again.]