Rinoa closed her eyes, feeling ... feeling kissed. She leaned into it, trying to kiss back, but just as quickly, the sensation was gone.
She was creative. She could adapt. She tucked her chin down and pressed her lips firmly against his palm, nuzzling against the inside of his hand. She tilted her head to let her cheek brush against his long fingers, her lips trailing over his skin.
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Date: 2014-03-26 03:50 am (UTC)She was creative. She could adapt. She tucked her chin down and pressed her lips firmly against his palm, nuzzling against the inside of his hand. She tilted her head to let her cheek brush against his long fingers, her lips trailing over his skin.