[Maybe it's the withholding, maybe it worked; he runs her thumb over her cheek and she lets out a low hum against his lips, bunches his shirt in her hands and pulls him closer, and lets a shiver travel down her spine.
She holds on fast, when it feels like he's going to leave, hint of desperation betrayed by the way she clutches at his shirt. When he stays put, close to her, she licks into his mouth in thanks, and lets his shirt go.
The game gets paused, for as long as she decides it's more important, more necessary to her, to cup his face in both hands and touch him gently while they kiss.]
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She holds on fast, when it feels like he's going to leave, hint of desperation betrayed by the way she clutches at his shirt. When he stays put, close to her, she licks into his mouth in thanks, and lets his shirt go.
The game gets paused, for as long as she decides it's more important, more necessary to her, to cup his face in both hands and touch him gently while they kiss.]