[The kiss itself is answer enough, tender and heartfelt before becoming something much more, the gentle tug of of her fingers threading through his hair causing him to let out a soft noise of satisfaction against her lips, parting his own to invite her in. The hand at her back slides to her waist, his arm cinching around her middle so that he can grab her hip with the other and tug her forward, pulling her into his lap so that she's nearly flush against his chest, just as she'd teased by curling up against him beneath the blanket.
He traces the curve of her lower lip with his tongue before truly allowing himself to taste her, his efforts soft and searching as he keeps the heat of his own kiss barely restrained, but there's a hunger and wanting apparent in the rapid pace of his heartbeat, the rigid curl of his fingers against her hips as he forces himself to move slowly, not to allow his hands to wander until he's been explicitly invited. He might not be a perfect gentleman, but the situation is delicate, and he intends to be cautious with her— as though she might break if he moves too quickly or with too much force, despite the fact that he is a man long-starved for what she represents on every level.
His breath is sharp and heavy between kisses, though the space between them is short as he chases her lips for another, the press of his own lips searing as he tangles his fingers in her hair, cupping the side of her face as he tries to show her without words how very much she is wanted, pouring every ounce of himself into it as though his very breath would serve him better than speeches in this instance.]
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He traces the curve of her lower lip with his tongue before truly allowing himself to taste her, his efforts soft and searching as he keeps the heat of his own kiss barely restrained, but there's a hunger and wanting apparent in the rapid pace of his heartbeat, the rigid curl of his fingers against her hips as he forces himself to move slowly, not to allow his hands to wander until he's been explicitly invited. He might not be a perfect gentleman, but the situation is delicate, and he intends to be cautious with her— as though she might break if he moves too quickly or with too much force, despite the fact that he is a man long-starved for what she represents on every level.
His breath is sharp and heavy between kisses, though the space between them is short as he chases her lips for another, the press of his own lips searing as he tangles his fingers in her hair, cupping the side of her face as he tries to show her without words how very much she is wanted, pouring every ounce of himself into it as though his very breath would serve him better than speeches in this instance.]