[ He knows she has him right now, even if only for a second, when he feels her tongue over his lips. His lips instinctively part just slightly, and he barely represses a sigh. He's glad he doesn't, though the action itself is more than enough indication of what she's just won here.
He doesn't dare think about stepping away because he wants to be there. His hand shifts, laying flat against her cheek in an almost too soft movement for them. It's intentional, of course, an attempt to regain and refocus himself. ]
You're right.
[ She's more fun as a challenge than if she just gave him what he wanted. She gives him something to chase, something to earn, something to work for. He always asks himself if it's worth it and only can conclude that it is. He'd miss the way she plays. He'll take the closeness as a chance to press his lips to hers, his hand on her cheek moving just slightly, to tangle in her hair. If he had wanted, he could - would - tug, but he doesn't yet. She knows, too. ]
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He doesn't dare think about stepping away because he wants to be there. His hand shifts, laying flat against her cheek in an almost too soft movement for them. It's intentional, of course, an attempt to regain and refocus himself. ]
You're right.
[ She's more fun as a challenge than if she just gave him what he wanted. She gives him something to chase, something to earn, something to work for. He always asks himself if it's worth it and only can conclude that it is. He'd miss the way she plays.
He'll take the closeness as a chance to press his lips to hers, his hand on her cheek moving just slightly, to tangle in her hair. If he had wanted, he could - would - tug, but he doesn't yet. She knows, too. ]