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kisses! || accepting
10 - french kiss.
she can’t really help herself with him – he’s interesting, complicated. she likes that in a man. that, on top of his frankly stellar looks, had her attention in a matter of minutes. and now that they know each other a little more, well, she has something of a crush on him. which isn’t all that rare, but it is rare that she hasn’t tried to jump his bones yet.
but that might be changing here pretty soon.
she’s not entirely sure how it got to this point. she was just giving him some info she’d dug up, and he’d thanked her, and then they got a little closer and her brain shorted out and now they’re kissing, deep and slow, but not soft – nowhere near soft. she opens her mouth to him and curls an arm around his neck, pulling herself a little closer to his height. she already has to stand on tippy toe to reach his lips, but now she’s practically hanging from his neck, and she’ll be damned if she minds at all.
the kiss lasts what feels like a minute before they part, ella sliding back to her original height, smiling up at him.
‘ —— that was nice. ’
