[There's another sigh, breathier and longer than the first. It's enough to be overwhelmed by, this intimacy, and it's of the kind he'd prefer to be having in a private room. Because his tongue is chasing hers, curling underneath hers, and drawing back into his mouth like it's experimenting or getting used to the taste of another person. Gods, but it's not shy.
And then two things happen at the same time-- no, three. Her hold was firmer and Neji again twitched under the feeling of her hand on his lower back, and in that same second she had her chest on his and gods did that feel good. It lured forward a low and droning buzz to his ears; it lured forward some, ah, creative imagination. And when Neji moved to grip her hips on either side and have the rest of their bodies touch, he had to abruptly end the kiss, that spellbinding, passionate kiss. Her leg was on his, meaning their hips were flush together. And if he hadn't been blushing before (the horror), he knows for certain he is now.
Hesitancy is his cousin's thing, not his. Never his.
The woman insisted and he must oblige. Hungrier, with more resolve, he bows his head to taste her mouth, her tongue again. He pulls her in, pulls her hips so there's-- movement. Small movement. Right where it should be. And he takes an experimental step back. Towards a wall. Any wall. Away from the crowds. He wanted her, not any other body passing by or pressing into his.]
i can't help it i laugh with every tag
And then two things happen at the same time-- no, three. Her hold was firmer and Neji again twitched under the feeling of her hand on his lower back, and in that same second she had her chest on his and gods did that feel good. It lured forward a low and droning buzz to his ears; it lured forward some, ah, creative imagination. And when Neji moved to grip her hips on either side and have the rest of their bodies touch, he had to abruptly end the kiss, that spellbinding, passionate kiss. Her leg was on his, meaning their hips were flush together. And if he hadn't been blushing before (the horror), he knows for certain he is now.
Hesitancy is his cousin's thing, not his. Never his.
The woman insisted and he must oblige. Hungrier, with more resolve, he bows his head to taste her mouth, her tongue again. He pulls her in, pulls her hips so there's-- movement. Small movement. Right where it should be. And he takes an experimental step back. Towards a wall. Any wall. Away from the crowds. He wanted her, not any other body passing by or pressing into his.]