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_{[She likes when he looks at her, frankly speaking. She knows he thinks she's beautiful, that she leaves him speechless and that's as good of a confidence boost as any. With her dress put away and him unbuttoning his shirt, she lets her fingers slide under his opened collar to push it off his shoulders and down his arms. She doesn't take it off him completely though, letting her fingers wander to his bared chest now that it's in front of her.

The pads of her fingertips slide up and down the expanse of skin, nails scraping lightly over the surface. It's a bit like she's kneading him (which of the two of them are a cat, again??) before her hands resettle on his shoulders once more. Up she pushes herself on her tiptoes, her intention obvious - she wants a kiss.]}