[thank god there isn't any soap in the water, else they'd be a slip n slide. once she's in pressed her lips against his, his free hand cups her face while the other stays a steady pressure, thumb grazing just under her jaw and fingers entangling themselves in her hair.. his kisses are slow and passionate, far from the playfulness she started with. he loses himself in those seconds with her, leaning in as much as he's gently - gently - pulling her closer.]
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