[that's better, would be his thought if he could form one — but the noise from his throat, muffled by their kiss, can express it. this is all better; the press of her body against his, her hands over him, the taste of her on his tongue, it's all almost enough to relieve the tension that's felt like it could tear him apart.
almost — because they could be closer.
she pulls him, and he follows without hesitation. he steps into her space, bracketing her against the tree, better deepening the kiss with his newfound leverage. one hand rests under her chin to tip it up at a better angle, while the other dips, searching for the hem of her shirt.]
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almost — because they could be closer.
she pulls him, and he follows without hesitation. he steps into her space, bracketing her against the tree, better deepening the kiss with his newfound leverage. one hand rests under her chin to tip it up at a better angle, while the other dips, searching for the hem of her shirt.]