[ Even if she'd insisted on it, Grell still gasps softly when he claims her lips. This is the moment she's been pining after for so long, her breath wavers with revelry, her hand twisting into the fabrics of his shirt to pull him closer.
He doesn't need to say anything, after all.
Tilting her head into his kiss, she croons ever so softly. Slips the arm nestled beneath the pillows over and around his shoulders. Unless he pulls away, she'll press herself against him. ]
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He doesn't need to say anything, after all.
Tilting her head into his kiss, she croons ever so softly. Slips the arm nestled beneath the pillows over and around his shoulders. Unless he pulls away, she'll press herself against him. ]