[ he welcomes her into his space more than he's welcomed most here almost immediately. there's a desperation in how he pulls her close with one hand, bypassing any edge of clothing to find skin underneath, to touch because his palms are burning and itching for some kind of satisfaction and pulling dutch in closer is the solution to it.
fingers slide up the line of her back as he draws her in, hips flush and moving just slightly as he kisses her back. kissing dutch is like dropping eight stories, but in the best way, a free fall that doesn't hurt, it just makes you wish you could keep falling. mid-kiss, he rucks up her shirt just a little more, because skin to skin to skin is exactly what he needs and wants in this moment, palm splaying upwards over her spine, trying to help. ]
Off - [ half murmured against her mouth, punctuated with a kiss that lingers along the side of her mouth. ] - now.
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fingers slide up the line of her back as he draws her in, hips flush and moving just slightly as he kisses her back. kissing dutch is like dropping eight stories, but in the best way, a free fall that doesn't hurt, it just makes you wish you could keep falling. mid-kiss, he rucks up her shirt just a little more, because skin to skin to skin is exactly what he needs and wants in this moment, palm splaying upwards over her spine, trying to help. ]
Off - [ half murmured against her mouth, punctuated with a kiss that lingers along the side of her mouth. ] - now.