[ Her back arches a little as his hand slides under her shirt, and she shifts her seat, presses the knee between his legs a little higher while right hand drags down his neck, mindful of the port there at the top of his spine.
It's been far too long since the last time she's been relaxed enough to do this, to press up against someone else, to want and feel wanted - even if not all of it is real, even if it isn't hers. Or rather, not hers specifically. It's nice. It's more than nice, and her smile is crooked as she draws back briefly from the kiss, more than a little appreciative. ]
You are good at that.
[Kissing, that is. She could almost envy York that, except she doesn't have to because she's the one kissing him right now, isn't she?]
Action; Day 158 - late morning
It's been far too long since the last time she's been relaxed enough to do this, to press up against someone else, to want and feel wanted - even if not all of it is real, even if it isn't hers. Or rather, not hers specifically. It's nice. It's more than nice, and her smile is crooked as she draws back briefly from the kiss, more than a little appreciative. ]
You are good at that.
[Kissing, that is. She could almost envy York that, except she doesn't have to because she's the one kissing him right now, isn't she?]