[He watches her set down the darts with a grin, but doesn't bother to set down his own. And he doesn't move when she puts her fingers on him, a surprisingly firm touch that his undershirt did nothing to disguise.
When she grabs him and pulls, he lets her move him, the slightest amount. There was something decidedly nice about not having to bend to reach her, an ease that he's not used to- not many women could match his height- and it makes him grin against her lips.
But other than that he's not doing much else- no hands go wandering, and he doesn't do anything but return the exact same amount of pressure, tilt his own face to meet hers a little more evenly. He doesn't even take advantage of the slightly parted lips. Far as he was concerned, she was in charge. After all, he won the kiss.
And it was definitely worth it. She wasn't timid at all. A promise of things to come, he assumed.]
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When she grabs him and pulls, he lets her move him, the slightest amount. There was something decidedly nice about not having to bend to reach her, an ease that he's not used to- not many women could match his height- and it makes him grin against her lips.
But other than that he's not doing much else- no hands go wandering, and he doesn't do anything but return the exact same amount of pressure, tilt his own face to meet hers a little more evenly. He doesn't even take advantage of the slightly parted lips. Far as he was concerned, she was in charge. After all, he won the kiss.
And it was definitely worth it. She wasn't timid at all. A promise of things to come, he assumed.]