[She moans quietly into his mouth as his ardor spikes, pulling against him even more. And when he gasps in response to her touch her lips pull into a self-satisfied smile, pressed directly against his own. She half laughs with the way her arms are caught below his as he grasps at her waist. With another slow stroke of his primary feathers she pulls her arms free and cups his face to kiss him again. It has been such a long time since she's felt so relaxed with him--and she was almost certain she had never felt this comfortable initiating anything. Even when they were together before their relationship had been strained her ghosts were hanging over her head.]
[She huffs a smiling laugh against his lips again and nudges him the rest of the way to the sofa to sit--and once he does so she doesn't move to sit beside him but pulls her skirt up enough to straddle his lap before moving in for another deep kiss.]
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[She huffs a smiling laugh against his lips again and nudges him the rest of the way to the sofa to sit--and once he does so she doesn't move to sit beside him but pulls her skirt up enough to straddle his lap before moving in for another deep kiss.]