[She makes a small, pleased sound in the back of her throat as his fingers lace into her hair, always loving the feel of her hair being combed... or pulled. She has become a decent kisser after two years in Duplicity, not as fumbling as she had been at first. She slides her tongue against his, exploring his mouth and inviting him to do the same. Her arm wraps around him once the shawl has been removed and holds him close when she finally breaks away to catch her breath, pressing her temple to his. After a few moments more she straightens, tugging at his arm to get him to follow her the sparse few steps to the sofa.]
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