CONTINUED FROM HERE.
she doesn't know what came over her. one moment she was somewhat listening to tommy's many ramblings, and the next her gaze couldn't tear away from his mouth ... and the very next she was kissing him. not that she was complaining -- he was warm, soft, not too gentle and had a pleasing scent surrounding him; whatever that scent was, she wanted to memorize it and bury herself in it.
one of her arms crawls up his spine and settles at the nape of his neck, a slender hand tangling in his messy hair while the other rests on his shoulder. ( hands scarred from murder, once drenched in blood … but soft. she’s always had soft hands ).
she doesn't mind him touching her -- in fact, she enjoys it. every touch sends a spark throughout her body and to her brain. electricity. something. she's not very good with words, but it feels natural and safe. it's a weird, but a scary feeling all at once. laura was so guarded, so rough, she hardly liked being touched even if she liked the person. she liked @speedleads enough to let him touch her and be this close to her — she’s not sure why he couldn't settle on one place to put his hands, she liked that too.
they pull away, and she realizes how loud his heart is beating. ( kissing = senses shut off? could be useful in the future ). his heart is always beating fast and loud, but this time felt like maybe she was part of it.
“ do you want me to? “ she questions, her voice soft, gentle, and breathless.
