[ Maaaaaaaybe she'll give him a pass for taking the baton and running with it just this once. Mayou's not all that upset to be kissing an attractive man after all that build-up if her reaction is anything to go by! Closed eyes, a soft murmur of approval, the instinctive lean in... oh yes. He's definitely getting away with it.
Her thumbs sweep along the arch of his cheekbones in slow arcs, reluctantly drifting elsewhere while she tilts her head for her tongue to lave along the seam of his lips.
An arm loops loosely around his shoulders - closer - letting her fingers card through his hair. Lazily playing with the fine baby hairs at the nape of his neck comes in the form of blunt nails and soft fingerpads alternating in up-down circuits so featherlight they're barely there. ]
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Her thumbs sweep along the arch of his cheekbones in slow arcs, reluctantly drifting elsewhere while she tilts her head for her tongue to lave along the seam of his lips.
An arm loops loosely around his shoulders - closer - letting her fingers card through his hair. Lazily playing with the fine baby hairs at the nape of his neck comes in the form of blunt nails and soft fingerpads alternating in up-down circuits so featherlight they're barely there. ]