[ Inching forward she leaned in to meet that kiss, wrapping one arm around his shoulders as her other hand caught hold of his, guiding it to settle high on her side. ]
[He shifted to settle more comfortable so he wouldn't need to hold himself up. His thumb brushed upward, then swiftly back down, conscious of the swell of her bust. Sure, he'd felt her against him often enough, but that was.. possibly within the boundary, actually. Still, he hesitated]
[ Her heart gave a little jump when she felt the light press of his thumb rising higher over her ribs. Wanting to encourage him but not entirely sure how to do that without being pushy and running the risk of flustering them both, Lily brought her free hand to his hip, experimentally tugging him closer as he had done to her in the alcove (much to her delight). ]
[Eleven hummed, following Lily's prompting to slowly settle his weight over her. He brushed his thumb up again, careful, testing. Not everything, but.. she still had all her clothes on even, so perhaps it wouldn't be too much]
[ Laying back and pulling him along, she let the hand on his hip travel up enough to creep beneath the hem of his shirt and rest against his side.
Her breath caught when he moved his thumb upwards again and she shifted closer to his touch, tiling her head back to brush her tongue over his lower lip before kissing him again. ]
[Now he was surely dreaming. Her fingers brushing over bare skin, the way she lured him down and leaned into his touch..
While he'd briefly thought of this in the wake of her initial suggestion of 'imprisoning' him for the day, he hadn't truly thought..
Eleven shifted over her, let her drag him into a kiss as a tiny thrill pierced his chest and shot through his spine. Holding himself up on one arm, he let his hand drift upward to carefully cup the side of one breast with a featherlight touch]
[ Tensing slightly as a little jolt of excited energy rattled through her at the feel ofbthe warmth and weight of his hand against her breast, deciding in an instant that she wanted him to touch more of her.
Her thoughts buzzing in a pleasant haze Lily let her hand move up, her palm grazing along the side of his body, his shirt hiking up along with it. That it would be incredibly easy to unwrap the arm around him and tug his shirt off didn't escape her, however difficult thinking has become in these last few moments, but she hesitated, not wanting to fluster them both and bring this to a graceless end. ]
[Heart beating too fast for breath, Eleven broke off their kiss with a sharp inhale. He stared at her, searching for an objection to his touch and wondering how far her fingers would seek his skin.
He didn't move his hand, rather felt his entire body pulse with his heartbeat- both with nerves and his own daring]
I, ah- if you- if you want my shirt off, I should warn you there's a part that doesn't look pleasant.
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What? No, I- of course not. I've never been.
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Then, I think that, if you want to, you ought to kiss me.
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Eyes on Lily, Eleven moved to crawl toward her. He hesitated a moment as he drew close, then leaned in to press his lips to hers]
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Her breath caught when he moved his thumb upwards again and she shifted closer to his touch, tiling her head back to brush her tongue over his lower lip before kissing him again. ]
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While he'd briefly thought of this in the wake of her initial suggestion of 'imprisoning' him for the day, he hadn't truly thought..
Eleven shifted over her, let her drag him into a kiss as a tiny thrill pierced his chest and shot through his spine. Holding himself up on one arm, he let his hand drift upward to carefully cup the side of one breast with a featherlight touch]
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Her thoughts buzzing in a pleasant haze Lily let her hand move up, her palm grazing along the side of his body, his shirt hiking up along with it. That it would be incredibly easy to unwrap the arm around him and tug his shirt off didn't escape her, however difficult thinking has become in these last few moments, but she hesitated, not wanting to fluster them both and bring this to a graceless end. ]
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He didn't move his hand, rather felt his entire body pulse with his heartbeat- both with nerves and his own daring]
I, ah- if you- if you want my shirt off, I should warn you there's a part that doesn't look pleasant.
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