[ the heat simmering within her is unrelenting, implacable. the chill in the air can't ease it; even if this warmth was wholly natural to her, the cold wouldn't be able to make it budge. she wants to slip out of her jacket, pull off her top, strip down to just skin and bits of lace. she knows, rationally, that it wouldn't help no matter how much she wishes it could. of course, it wouldn't be the first time someone got naked, or practically so, in public here. hell, it's likely it wouldn't even be the first time today, given the hot chocolate and whatever else laced treats are making their way around.
the desire to remove her clothes isn't just borne from the growing fever in her. caitlin's imagination easily colors in the rest of the mental picture. pulling his mouth down to hers, pressing her body against his. it could happen here in a not-very-secluded alleyway or her house or the apartment he was assigned in up public housing. but she very much wanted to it happen, again and again until they were exhausted.
she has to ball her hands into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms, to keep her from acting on even a fraction of it. she has self-control. somewhere there inside of her.
a blink, and there's a sudden feeling of movement around her. it's a familiar feeling, having friends who can move at near-instantaneous speeds. the tick of the clock: he's still to the side of her. and the tock: he's behind her, leaning over her, his voice so close to her ear. ] Caitlin. Caitlin Snow. [ her next action surprises her. she turns around to face him and raises up on her toes to press her mouth against his. a bold move for a kiss that's soft, gentle. ]
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the desire to remove her clothes isn't just borne from the growing fever in her. caitlin's imagination easily colors in the rest of the mental picture. pulling his mouth down to hers, pressing her body against his. it could happen here in a not-very-secluded alleyway or her house or the apartment he was assigned in up public housing. but she very much wanted to it happen, again and again until they were exhausted.
she has to ball her hands into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms, to keep her from acting on even a fraction of it. she has self-control. somewhere there inside of her.
a blink, and there's a sudden feeling of movement around her. it's a familiar feeling, having friends who can move at near-instantaneous speeds. the tick of the clock: he's still to the side of her. and the tock: he's behind her, leaning over her, his voice so close to her ear. ] Caitlin. Caitlin Snow. [ her next action surprises her. she turns around to face him and raises up on her toes to press her mouth against his. a bold move for a kiss that's soft, gentle. ]