[It's almost surprising to him, almost, when she doesn't pull away, when she gives in and lets him kiss her, when she doesn't slap him or shove him or scream at him or do anything that indicates that she's completely appalled by his action, by the way he insinuates himself into her space and heightens their intimacy exponentially. He had been prepared to be rebuffed, and the fact that he isn't -- though he can't necessarily say that she's as enthusiastic as he is -- comes as a surprise. A pleasant one, but a surprise, nonetheless.
So it takes him a moment of consideration, a moment where his lips are pressed to hers, where her hand is barely pressed against his jaw (he can feel her fingers, just a little, and they provide a pleasant sensation, a feeling he'd like to feel more of) and his fingers are still cupped underneath her chin. His lips are pressed against hers, and his brain is working as quickly as it can, trying to determine whether he should keep going, whether she'll let him, whether it's far too opportunistic to just keep kissing her...
But, of course, it's his desire for hedonistic pleasure that wins out; that, and the little breathless noise she makes, the one that he can't quite tell the meaning of, but knows that he appreciates, nevertheless. And that's what keeps him kissing her, that's what keeps him leaning closer, seeking out as much closeness as he can, taking full advantage of the moment before she thinks better of all of this, before she tells him to go away for good.
He's always pushed his limits just a little too far. It only remains to be seen how far he can push them tonight.]
no subject
So it takes him a moment of consideration, a moment where his lips are pressed to hers, where her hand is barely pressed against his jaw (he can feel her fingers, just a little, and they provide a pleasant sensation, a feeling he'd like to feel more of) and his fingers are still cupped underneath her chin. His lips are pressed against hers, and his brain is working as quickly as it can, trying to determine whether he should keep going, whether she'll let him, whether it's far too opportunistic to just keep kissing her...
But, of course, it's his desire for hedonistic pleasure that wins out; that, and the little breathless noise she makes, the one that he can't quite tell the meaning of, but knows that he appreciates, nevertheless. And that's what keeps him kissing her, that's what keeps him leaning closer, seeking out as much closeness as he can, taking full advantage of the moment before she thinks better of all of this, before she tells him to go away for good.
He's always pushed his limits just a little too far. It only remains to be seen how far he can push them tonight.]