[She feels so good in his arms, the two of them sharing body heat, the way that she seems to fit perfectly, and the little sounds that she makes to express herself. She hadn't seemed like an excessively expressive person on first impression so it's cute that her body language gives her away so easily. His fingertips trail slowly up her spine just a little without him really doing it consciously or on purpose. They tangle in the wet tresses of her hair next, not pulling, just touching, feeling the way they chill his fingers and slide against them.
When her fingertips pull against his scalp and tangle in his hair it draws out a low sound from him too, not quite a moan, not quite a rumble in his chest either, something in between. It feels good, and he expresses that much on instinct.
All too soon it feels like his head is slowly beginning to clear, bit by bit. Even so, he's in a bit of a daze when it does. He keeps his hold on her, even as he slowly lets up, slowly breaks contact between them, slowly opens his eyes again to stare past his lashes at her.]
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When her fingertips pull against his scalp and tangle in his hair it draws out a low sound from him too, not quite a moan, not quite a rumble in his chest either, something in between. It feels good, and he expresses that much on instinct.
All too soon it feels like his head is slowly beginning to clear, bit by bit. Even so, he's in a bit of a daze when it does. He keeps his hold on her, even as he slowly lets up, slowly breaks contact between them, slowly opens his eyes again to stare past his lashes at her.]