[As his hand trails up her front of her thin dress, her body tenses, but when he draws away, she smiles. He isn't into this as she had thought. Of course--she isn't the best person to kiss, nor is she an expert at it. He'd definitely want someone who he thought isn't a 'louse', human-like (as much as he thinks she is), or lower than him. She opens her eyes to gaze into his, and seeing that familiar glow indicates he's thinking of something. If he were one of her own kind, she wouldn't be speaking right now, instead remaining silent for their communication. But since he's not, she speaks softly, her lips teasing his with each syllable.] ...Had
enough?
[She's...not certain their time is up. But if he needed a break to think about what he is feeling, she wouldn't mind. It is all so very...amusing, to think that this person who is knowledgeable in so many different ways didn't know--or refused to know, by thinking little of it--sensations like these.]
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