[ There is only distant awareness that the pressure applied to the table where her back meets it is sending their pieces off kilter and even to the floor. She hears it and ignores it, lost in the roar of her heartbeat in her ears when he kisses her, holds her close, and does not let go. This is what she has wanted for so long and to have him eagerly responding with the same dedication and love she had felt only minutes before by words alone has her feel overfull.
She presses close to him, her hips to his, and tilts her head up so she can better angle their kiss. His tongue she accepts readily and there is a pleased sound in her throat at the first touch. Neria holds him tighter, a hand trailing into his hair to keep him close, their tongues meeting briefly. There is so much and yet it is not enough, not enough to sate her desire for him. It is not solely a lustful desire, but one that seeks to be encompassed by him, to physically feel what she has already felt emotionally for weeks now; her world has started to revolve around him, and come what may, she is helpless to stop it, nor would she want to.
The feeling of him against her, muscle and hard lines that press into her body, is enough to set a fire within her that she cannot contain for long. The grip around his shoulders slips down, her arm going around his side so that she might press the flat of her palm to his back, a coax to keep him there, keep him pressed, because there is contentment in simply being able to feel him here with her. This is not a fleeting kiss they can sneak in his office or their hands threaded together beneath the table. This is all encompassing, more than she could ever ask for, and all that she has wanted these past few weeks of travel. Only now does she realize how much she has thought of it, how her mind wanders to ideas that mirror this moment, and she sighs into the feeling. ]
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She presses close to him, her hips to his, and tilts her head up so she can better angle their kiss. His tongue she accepts readily and there is a pleased sound in her throat at the first touch. Neria holds him tighter, a hand trailing into his hair to keep him close, their tongues meeting briefly. There is so much and yet it is not enough, not enough to sate her desire for him. It is not solely a lustful desire, but one that seeks to be encompassed by him, to physically feel what she has already felt emotionally for weeks now; her world has started to revolve around him, and come what may, she is helpless to stop it, nor would she want to.
The feeling of him against her, muscle and hard lines that press into her body, is enough to set a fire within her that she cannot contain for long. The grip around his shoulders slips down, her arm going around his side so that she might press the flat of her palm to his back, a coax to keep him there, keep him pressed, because there is contentment in simply being able to feel him here with her. This is not a fleeting kiss they can sneak in his office or their hands threaded together beneath the table. This is all encompassing, more than she could ever ask for, and all that she has wanted these past few weeks of travel. Only now does she realize how much she has thought of it, how her mind wanders to ideas that mirror this moment, and she sighs into the feeling. ]