[ something about the way her name is spoken makes her feel warm for reasons outside of the effects of whatever they've been drugged with, something she simultaneously wants to chase and shove away with both hands. she pulls him closer instead as he starts to kiss her, one arm around his waist and the hand of her opposite arm on the back of his neck, pulling him closer and bettering the angle as her lips part, her tongue darting out to taste him.
the relief is almost palpable, even just from the kiss. she sighs, maneuvering backwards until her back collides with the surface of a tree. she parts her legs slightly and pulls him into the space between them, molding herself to his body. ]
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the relief is almost palpable, even just from the kiss. she sighs, maneuvering backwards until her back collides with the surface of a tree. she parts her legs slightly and pulls him into the space between them, molding herself to his body. ]