[They're both curious, aren't they? And maybe that will be enough of a connection, the two of them mutually committed to this pursuit, not because of affection but because they're working together toward a shared goal. It's fine to feel her heart rate skip up a bit in pace; that's only natural from the reduction in oxygen and her body's other physiological responses. She's comfortable enough with it that she doesn't have to wallow in denial or try to shelter behind sterile justification of pure objectivity; being kissed creates sensation, and it'd be ridiculous to try to deny that rather than simply embracing and moderating it as-is.
She would like this better, she decides vaguely, if there were a wall behind her, so she reaches for a fistful of his shirt and draws him blindly back with her until she feels her shoulderblades hit a vertical surface. It's better to not feel as though her back is exposed while she's distracted, and even if it comes with the sensation of being a little trapped, that's not an issue. She could break his hold on her easily, if he tried to keep her here against her will.
The only other adjustment she makes is to his hand, taking it by the wrist and moving it from her cheek to the juncture beneath her neck and shoulder, but pushing his fingers beneath the layer of her jacket rather than over. The weight of his hand can be felt more intensely when it's just the thinner barrier of her shirt between it and skin; it's a touch less innocent, and she likes it better that way, too.
Beyond that, though, it's easy to surrender a little. Easy to open her mouth when his tongue drags across her lip. Easy to keep her eyes closed and focus on the growing Synchrony between them, and simply take stock of what happens.]
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She would like this better, she decides vaguely, if there were a wall behind her, so she reaches for a fistful of his shirt and draws him blindly back with her until she feels her shoulderblades hit a vertical surface. It's better to not feel as though her back is exposed while she's distracted, and even if it comes with the sensation of being a little trapped, that's not an issue. She could break his hold on her easily, if he tried to keep her here against her will.
The only other adjustment she makes is to his hand, taking it by the wrist and moving it from her cheek to the juncture beneath her neck and shoulder, but pushing his fingers beneath the layer of her jacket rather than over. The weight of his hand can be felt more intensely when it's just the thinner barrier of her shirt between it and skin; it's a touch less innocent, and she likes it better that way, too.
Beyond that, though, it's easy to surrender a little. Easy to open her mouth when his tongue drags across her lip. Easy to keep her eyes closed and focus on the growing Synchrony between them, and simply take stock of what happens.]