[Don't smile at her like that. It feels wrong. She doesn't want to be looked at with kindness right now. Not later, either, but that's a mountain she'll have to climb.
Still, she squeezes his hand before returning the kiss. From her end, it's not a particularly sweet little peck, nor remotely passionate at the moment. It's just...hot. Her chapped lips against his. That's it.
But it holds promise, and she's already placing her hands on his shoulders. Her knees are skidding against the bottom of the tub; that's all right, though.]
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Still, she squeezes his hand before returning the kiss. From her end, it's not a particularly sweet little peck, nor remotely passionate at the moment. It's just...hot. Her chapped lips against his. That's it.
But it holds promise, and she's already placing her hands on his shoulders. Her knees are skidding against the bottom of the tub; that's all right, though.]