My room. [That's all she says before she's kissing him, a faint slip of tongue and a teasing nibble on his lips before she's leading him out of the kitchen and it's likely she won't break contact for longer than it takes to get the door open. It's his urgency, subtle as it is, that fuels her actions. Guides her hands to the bottom of his shirt, fingers curling into the hem, tugging it upward with an urgency all her own.
Her lips move from his, traveling his jawline, nipping at skin and spots she knew to nibble on or kiss to get just that right huff or sound from him.]
[feels loaded spam of death. all of this]
Her lips move from his, traveling his jawline, nipping at skin and spots she knew to nibble on or kiss to get just that right huff or sound from him.]