[He thinks his fingers have found the shape of it, a long slender pipe hidden somewhere beneath the sheets right next to his knee, but he hasn't time to unearth it from its hiding place before she's cupping him by his face and pulling him into a kiss.
It's a clumsy kiss, yes, but he melts into it with ease, even if he nearly misses the mark. It's nice; kissing her is nice. She isn't done with him, it would seem. Oh, no... she isn't done. He remembers, even though she said as much minutes before... she never finished, did she?]
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It's a clumsy kiss, yes, but he melts into it with ease, even if he nearly misses the mark. It's nice; kissing her is nice. She isn't done with him, it would seem. Oh, no... she isn't done. He remembers, even though she said as much minutes before... she never finished, did she?]