[She sucks on his neck lightly when he offers it to her, nothing that will leave a mark. They're going to leave this room looking messy and rumpled as it is, and she plans on being unbearably smug all through dinner but no one needs more evidence as to why.
There's a moment when she considers pushing off his jacket, but then he kisses her once, and then again, and she just can't be bothered. Up on her toes, precarious, she pulls herself closer with arms hooked under his armpits and up around to hang off his shoulders. Her head tilts, hair spilling back to brush against his hand, and she leans in to suck on his ear lob, kiss the rim lightly, lick her way carefully inside. His shirt is a bunched disaster where her chest presses against him, and she sways, standing. It's as though if they weren't already against the wall, the door, if his arms weren't around her, the room would tilt right out from under them.
She moans again, right beside his ear, just to be a jerk.]
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There's a moment when she considers pushing off his jacket, but then he kisses her once, and then again, and she just can't be bothered. Up on her toes, precarious, she pulls herself closer with arms hooked under his armpits and up around to hang off his shoulders. Her head tilts, hair spilling back to brush against his hand, and she leans in to suck on his ear lob, kiss the rim lightly, lick her way carefully inside. His shirt is a bunched disaster where her chest presses against him, and she sways, standing. It's as though if they weren't already against the wall, the door, if his arms weren't around her, the room would tilt right out from under them.
She moans again, right beside his ear, just to be a jerk.]