[He could spend ages doing this. Her hands in his hair, her soft lips against his own, her lithe limbs.... He has to stop himself mentally before he goes down that road too far. No, this, this right here, is more than enough for right now.
His tongue slowly, tentatively, touches hers. And he's fighting with himself to figure out what the hell is going on. He's wanted to kiss her since he met her, but the reality of it is making it hard to remember why they should take it slowly. Because he doesn't want to anymore.
And that's why he lets his hand slip from her hair and uses the one on her hip to give them both distance. It's difficult, but it's the right thing to do.]
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His tongue slowly, tentatively, touches hers. And he's fighting with himself to figure out what the hell is going on. He's wanted to kiss her since he met her, but the reality of it is making it hard to remember why they should take it slowly. Because he doesn't want to anymore.
And that's why he lets his hand slip from her hair and uses the one on her hip to give them both distance. It's difficult, but it's the right thing to do.]