[Turnabout's fair play, the saying goes, she supposes; she hadn't meant to pull his hair, but she can't really say she dislikes receiving it in response, she actually murmurs into his lips, appreciative, and her fingers land on the nape of his neck.
Closer, she likes being closer, she's pretty much lost herself to all thought, and oh jeez what's she feeling there huh that's new, with a surprised squeak, she pulls away, completely and totally red in the face, and just how new she is at this comes rushing back to her in a rush of shame.
Breathing, breathing, deep breathing, because wow, that really took a lot out of her. Her lips feel swollen and her face feels hot, and she's trying to smile but she's utterly caught up in just how carried away she got.]
PG 13 is a definite now.
Closer, she likes being closer, she's pretty much lost herself to all thought, and oh jeez what's she feeling there huh that's new, with a surprised squeak, she pulls away, completely and totally red in the face, and just how new she is at this comes rushing back to her in a rush of shame.
Breathing, breathing, deep breathing, because wow, that really took a lot out of her. Her lips feel swollen and her face feels hot, and she's trying to smile but she's utterly caught up in just how carried away she got.]