[ as he shifts, so does she until they've fit together like pieces of a borderline-inappropriate puzzle. no - like cogs, maybe. like they've done this a million times when it's really only been a dozen or two.
when his fingers comb back through her hair, she catches his bottom lip momentarily between her teeth, but then his fingers catch a snag and it gives a tug and it doesn't quite occur to her that the tug wasn't deliberate. her head drops back a little, offering access to her neck and the top of her chest, though sally does at least have the presence of mind to offer the side of her neck without the lovely bite-scars. ]
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when his fingers comb back through her hair, she catches his bottom lip momentarily between her teeth, but then his fingers catch a snag and it gives a tug and it doesn't quite occur to her that the tug wasn't deliberate. her head drops back a little, offering access to her neck and the top of her chest, though sally does at least have the presence of mind to offer the side of her neck without the lovely bite-scars. ]