[ She moves close, encouraged, her hand staying on him still, her mouth parting against him in a thready sigh. Eager, content, one kiss that follows into another and into another. If she could any indication that she likes it - she can't think of a more pointed way than that to express it to him. Shifting closer, caught between wanting to press into his hand and pressing into the solid heat of his chest, and settling somewhere between the two. Draping against him comfortably. ]
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