[ Intense was something she was straying far from, but not him -- having learned first from only the most lewd source as teaching material, he is quick to take this to an almost inappropriate -- or passionate, depending on how you look at it -- new level when he begins to wrap his arms around her. One, the wound closing at this forearm in the seconds before it wraps around her waist, and the other, with finger diving into the silky, red hair at the back of her head... eager to nip at lips until they yield to him.
Pacing? What pacing? This has always worked just fine for him. This was a friend, a good one... and if there was one thing he's learned in Attollo, it was how to express your fond feelings for another in such physical ways as this. ]
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Pacing? What pacing? This has always worked just fine for him. This was a friend, a good one... and if there was one thing he's learned in Attollo, it was how to express your fond feelings for another in such physical ways as this. ]