[this always seems to happen no matter the intention: they just get distracted by the press of each other and kiss senselessly. not that he minds, but he supposes she has a point with her whining. they did have a plan! it's not his fault she's so distracting when they're in this close.]
[he doesn't make her say please though, his hands sliding down her skin to grip her thighs, fingers digging in to make sure his hold is solid. after another few seconds of almost desperate kissing, he lifts her up, her back sliding along the wall. he manages to balance her there, sandwiched between him and the wall with her legs winding around him.]
[he pauses, looking at her from this angle, smiling widely and lasciviously and super incredibly into it already, and all he's doing is holding her pressed against the wall. he ducks in to steal another kiss, lingering against her mouth.]
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[he doesn't make her say please though, his hands sliding down her skin to grip her thighs, fingers digging in to make sure his hold is solid. after another few seconds of almost desperate kissing, he lifts her up, her back sliding along the wall. he manages to balance her there, sandwiched between him and the wall with her legs winding around him.]
[he pauses, looking at her from this angle, smiling widely and lasciviously and super incredibly into it already, and all he's doing is holding her pressed against the wall. he ducks in to steal another kiss, lingering against her mouth.]