Layla managed to turn her shoulders enough that she could kiss him more fully, comfortable with the twist of her hips though they did have to press back against him a little more firmly. Not that this was something to complain about. She curled her fingers in his hair, made a mental note to discourage him from cutting it too short. Kissed him. It was an ongoing thing. It was slow and warm but not sleepy. Or at least it felt, from her end, as though it were quickly losing any amiability or lethargy it might have initially possessed. Her breathing sure as hell wasn't as steady as it had been a few seconds before.
This proved in precisely no way an impetus to stop.
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Date: 2011-01-14 10:36 pm (UTC)This proved in precisely no way an impetus to stop.