[This was the sort of intimacy she craved. Easy and close... without expectation. Whatever would happen would happen and it would happen naturally--not because they were told but because it was what they wanted. Her almost-smile pulls at her lips against his neck as he leans toward her and catches her hand. A moment more and she shifts up to kiss him, skipping the chaste embrace entirely to run her tongue along his lips before dipping into his mouth. Her hand slides lower, fingers fanned out against his chest and then his abs and up again, causing the shawl she'd draped around him earlier to begin to fall away. Her hand leaves his wing then to help it pulling the fabric away entirely to leave it draped on the chair.]
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