[her hands slide from his sides to up and over his chest, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck as they kiss. perhaps he can feel the trace of a smile on her lips, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair...
in the back of her mind it occurs to her that making out in a closet during a party is so juvenile, something she absolutely did at the academy, and hasn't done since. but this is like spiking the punch-- something for kids with an adult edge. is this what growing up feels like?
gin's hand on her ass pulls her back to him, and she squeaks a little bit, pulling away from the kiss for a second in surprise. opening one eye to look at him, she gives him a bashful giggle.] Sorry...
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in the back of her mind it occurs to her that making out in a closet during a party is so juvenile, something she absolutely did at the academy, and hasn't done since. but this is like spiking the punch-- something for kids with an adult edge. is this what growing up feels like?
gin's hand on her ass pulls her back to him, and she squeaks a little bit, pulling away from the kiss for a second in surprise. opening one eye to look at him, she gives him a bashful giggle.] Sorry...