[He exhales into their kiss as she returns it, curling his tongue into her mouth once she's touched it with her own with the intent to drink her down and sate his own curiosity. It's deliberate, rather than hurried, and he curls his fingers into the fabric of her floral dress so that they dig just slightly into her hips, that caution of his ebbing now that she's accepted his invitation so freely.
Her hands against his arms prompt him to move closer, all but pressing her against the pole at her back, and he raises a hand to thread his fingers through her hair and letting it slip between them before he cups the side of her face, cradles the back of her head. He's drunk enough that everything feels just a bit warmer, pleasantly hazy, but he remains steady, secure, and his kiss grows a little more insistent, searching, breaking only long enough for breath before he chases her lips for more, eager for another taste.]
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Her hands against his arms prompt him to move closer, all but pressing her against the pole at her back, and he raises a hand to thread his fingers through her hair and letting it slip between them before he cups the side of her face, cradles the back of her head. He's drunk enough that everything feels just a bit warmer, pleasantly hazy, but he remains steady, secure, and his kiss grows a little more insistent, searching, breaking only long enough for breath before he chases her lips for more, eager for another taste.]