[ the hair, he always goes for the hair. which, predictably, is a weakness. maybe because most people just didn't touch her hair, it was maybe, possibly, a target for teasing, growing up. but that's so the last thing she's thinking about right now, so he plays with her hair and she feels her heart flipflop over it, her freed hand moving to his side just to hold onto his shirt there. always gripping at him, keeping him right where he is, as if there's a chance he might move. she breaks the kiss for a breath and she tips her face up so her nose can brush over his, lips still nudging even if she isn't actually kissing him. it's a slow slip, just enjoying the way his lips feel against hers, even if she's too breathless press back in again just yet ]
-- Did that on purpose-
[ turned her brain to goo, yeah. she can't be amused at him if she's right in the same boat ]
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-- Did that on purpose-
[ turned her brain to goo, yeah. she can't be amused at him if she's right in the same boat ]