"Y'make it sound like I've never been wooed before."
She has, with all the flowery dialog you can imagine. And she never once thought he was a 'ponce', but she doesn't have time to assure Gene of the same. For one, she knows not to expect it from him, and that's just fine. For another, he's kissing her again and in such a way that he won't have to listen to her speak again for a while, as she tries to put out the small fires going off throughout her body.
Her hands card through his hair, but she still pulls back. She finds that sliver of space between them to catch her breath, to catch his eyes, to notice that she can make out the color of his irises tonight in the warm candlelight.
She doesn't look a thing like any of Gene's painted ladies. She's shy, and gentle; leaving all of her boastfulness outside that locked door. Her fingers move over his body slowly, as though she's cautious of making a mistake. And the way she looks at him... That's different, too.
She doesn't close her eyes when she tips her chin back and kisses him, light and quick. She kisses him again, just as softly; and a third time, this one deeper than the rest, her eyes finally slipping shut.
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She has, with all the flowery dialog you can imagine. And she never once thought he was a 'ponce', but she doesn't have time to assure Gene of the same. For one, she knows not to expect it from him, and that's just fine. For another, he's kissing her again and in such a way that he won't have to listen to her speak again for a while, as she tries to put out the small fires going off throughout her body.
Her hands card through his hair, but she still pulls back. She finds that sliver of space between them to catch her breath, to catch his eyes, to notice that she can make out the color of his irises tonight in the warm candlelight.
She doesn't look a thing like any of Gene's painted ladies. She's shy, and gentle; leaving all of her boastfulness outside that locked door. Her fingers move over his body slowly, as though she's cautious of making a mistake. And the way she looks at him... That's different, too.
She doesn't close her eyes when she tips her chin back and kisses him, light and quick. She kisses him again, just as softly; and a third time, this one deeper than the rest, her eyes finally slipping shut.