The sound pulled from her is not dignified, a release of what must be many months of fury and disgust and desire, but both her hands go to him regardless. They press to either side of his neck, dragging him as much as he is dragging her. She has not been able to stop thinking of this, memories of gold painted skin, hands on her hips hard enough to bruise, it clouds many waking moments and destroys her sleep.
They have never kissed before and she finds herself caught in it, never wanting it to end.
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Date: 2013-11-13 05:38 pm (UTC)They have never kissed before and she finds herself caught in it, never wanting it to end.