[ She pulls him in and his breath catches between kisses, and god this- she really is matching him want for want. Desire for desire. He knows she has this effect on him; he's known it from the first touch. The first kiss that night on the roof, so sudden and explosive and impossible to forget. Knowing she wants him back, that she can want him this much chases fire through his veins.
He doesn't need more of an invitation than that; he rocks forward on his heels, pressing her harder against the wall, pressing further into that embrace. He threads fingers through her hair, still tender but urgent, breaking away only so he can trail kisses down across her jawline, down close to her neck. ]
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He doesn't need more of an invitation than that; he rocks forward on his heels, pressing her harder against the wall, pressing further into that embrace. He threads fingers through her hair, still tender but urgent, breaking away only so he can trail kisses down across her jawline, down close to her neck. ]