[She appreciates the lack of laughter--not that it would put a damper on the heat that's threatening to consume her she's pretty sure (is she sure? Have they considered laughter?) but because she's already a little mortified here, but she's quickly moving from embarrassed to very into seeing where this goes.
His hands find her hips and he assures her that he doesn't think she's a crazy sex-crazed fiend and then they're kissing again and oh, oh yeah, she could get used to this. Not that she really wants to be drugged into sex every single time or anything, but it's adding a shiver of unrelenting want to every action, making each kiss feel like the first time; each touch feels like want and desire and little licks of fire against her skin.
They come up for air and she doesn't pull away, his hands in her hair and hers fisted tight against his chest. She does laugh at his assurance, just a soft thing that escapes in the small space between them and she nods, leaning into that next kiss as eagerly as she leaned into the first]
To new introductions then [She murmurs, her hands slipping from his jacket down to his shirt, finding what space she can there to slip inside, cold fingers pressing against warm skin. Turns out the desire goes both ways--his touches set her on fire, but touching him is almost as intoxicating]
You're wearing a lot of clothes [They both are--it's cold, and they were dressed for the weather] We should fix that. Like, soon.
[worried about the fact that they're still outside and could potentially freeze off important parts of themselves in the process? Hah, that's future Kate's issue. She's not concerned about it right now]
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His hands find her hips and he assures her that he doesn't think she's a crazy sex-crazed fiend and then they're kissing again and oh, oh yeah, she could get used to this. Not that she really wants to be drugged into sex every single time or anything, but it's adding a shiver of unrelenting want to every action, making each kiss feel like the first time; each touch feels like want and desire and little licks of fire against her skin.
They come up for air and she doesn't pull away, his hands in her hair and hers fisted tight against his chest. She does laugh at his assurance, just a soft thing that escapes in the small space between them and she nods, leaning into that next kiss as eagerly as she leaned into the first]
To new introductions then [She murmurs, her hands slipping from his jacket down to his shirt, finding what space she can there to slip inside, cold fingers pressing against warm skin. Turns out the desire goes both ways--his touches set her on fire, but touching him is almost as intoxicating]
You're wearing a lot of clothes [They both are--it's cold, and they were dressed for the weather] We should fix that. Like, soon.
[worried about the fact that they're still outside and could potentially freeze off important parts of themselves in the process? Hah, that's future Kate's issue. She's not concerned about it right now]