[The laugh is tinged with hints of the Harbinger that lies within him, relentless now, as he continues to enjoy her efforts to ward him off or get him to concede and stop. His hand leaves her own, to wrap his arm around her as he presses into her more, uncaring for wherever her hands were prior to his kisses. So adamant, she is, in trying to keep herself from being swayed by him. It's a delightful challenge to him, addictive almost.]
I never know what you do with your hands any day, [he counters, now attempting to press his face through her hands to get to her lips.] It's not as if it changes anything.
[Chuckling to himself again, he wonders how she let herself get in such a dangerous position with him. It's all too tempting to let his hand wander to other places, to coax her into letting her explore him as well. But he knows she might have something else up her sleeve, some willpower left to resist before that, so he has to hold off, despite the haze that begins to set in once again.
Something telling him exactly where to press, exactly where to touch. Not now, he thinks, this is too much fun.]
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[The laugh is tinged with hints of the Harbinger that lies within him, relentless now, as he continues to enjoy her efforts to ward him off or get him to concede and stop. His hand leaves her own, to wrap his arm around her as he presses into her more, uncaring for wherever her hands were prior to his kisses. So adamant, she is, in trying to keep herself from being swayed by him. It's a delightful challenge to him, addictive almost.]
I never know what you do with your hands any day, [he counters, now attempting to press his face through her hands to get to her lips.] It's not as if it changes anything.
[Chuckling to himself again, he wonders how she let herself get in such a dangerous position with him. It's all too tempting to let his hand wander to other places, to coax her into letting her explore him as well. But he knows she might have something else up her sleeve, some willpower left to resist before that, so he has to hold off, despite the haze that begins to set in once again.
Something telling him exactly where to press, exactly where to touch. Not now, he thinks, this is too much fun.]