[ Forceful enough to draw a surprised little hum out of her-- but, hell, she loves that about it. Even if his lips are a bit tense, it seems perfect somehow. The way emotion swells within her chest, warming her despite the cold.
Lashes fluttering, both hands find their way to his cheeks as she tilts into the embrace of his lips, parting her own just so to lock into them. Thumbs brush over his soft skin, palms brushing along his cheekbones until her fingers can thread into his short, mussed hair. ]
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Lashes fluttering, both hands find their way to his cheeks as she tilts into the embrace of his lips, parting her own just so to lock into them. Thumbs brush over his soft skin, palms brushing along his cheekbones until her fingers can thread into his short, mussed hair. ]