[ She doesn't hide her smirk although it's more subtle this time, and she keeps any words of condescending praise to herself for now. Such could be saved for when the thread of defiance isn't yet so near to the surface. And she knows that point will come because it already has before. He didn't want to touch her before but he did, and he ended up enjoying it despite himself. She's aiming for a similar outcome here.
The scratching earns a quiet sound of approval as she rests back against the wall. Her free hand goes to the back of his head at the kiss, fingers curling in his hair but she doesn't tug or pull this time. There's nothing gentle about the kiss and that's just fine with her. She wasn't expecting -- or wanting -- something soft and sweet. ]
Much better. [ she murmurs against his mouth, unable to help just a little bit of goading.
Her other hand strokes him, slow and steady. Thoroughly enjoying the fact his body has no qualms about responding to her even if his mind does. ]
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The scratching earns a quiet sound of approval as she rests back against the wall. Her free hand goes to the back of his head at the kiss, fingers curling in his hair but she doesn't tug or pull this time. There's nothing gentle about the kiss and that's just fine with her. She wasn't expecting -- or wanting -- something soft and sweet. ]
Much better. [ she murmurs against his mouth, unable to help just a little bit of goading.
Her other hand strokes him, slow and steady. Thoroughly enjoying the fact his body has no qualms about responding to her even if his mind does. ]