[ It’s all far, far too easy to enjoy this, to just melt into it, to the point where she can almost forget the presence of their idiotic onlookers, along with her embarrassment at their situation… that in itself can only be a good thing. His urges only draw her in further, deeper, her lips moving against his with a little more fervour while she silently bats away any thoughts that she, Mitsuru Kirijo, may be right on the verge of full on making out in an elevator.
It only feels natural to place her hands on his shoulders, keeping them at her sides just seems awkward. Particularly as she lets her tongue gently press past his lips, just soft at the moment, although there is still the unspoken, silent acquiescence that she can take more of this, that she wouldn’t mind giving into this strange, almost magnetic pull a little more. ]
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It only feels natural to place her hands on his shoulders, keeping them at her sides just seems awkward. Particularly as she lets her tongue gently press past his lips, just soft at the moment, although there is still the unspoken, silent acquiescence that she can take more of this, that she wouldn’t mind giving into this strange, almost magnetic pull a little more. ]