[ She presses in, and Nikolai feels her body lining up with his. All the pressure, all the upset and grief of the last few days, seems to flood away in this. He’s kissing her deeply and passionately and she’s returning every inch of it, kissing him back and encouraging him rather than sending him away.
Their lips part for the barest moment while Nikolai breathes, and then he’s kissing her again. His teeth graze her lower lip and his hands move eagerly over her back, smoothing and touching her. A sudden thought occurs, that he wishes there were not so many layers between them, and then he catches himself. He breaks away, eyes wide and staring at her, because he knows how easy it would be to just not stop.
And he knows that’s what he wants. He wants to take her to his bed, to guide her to it and kiss her and touch her and peel the layers away and not stop, not stop at all. Nikolai wets his lips and meets her eyes. ]
Alina?
[ Is this what she wants? Because if it’s not, they’ll need to get a hold of themselves sooner rather than later. ]
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Their lips part for the barest moment while Nikolai breathes, and then he’s kissing her again. His teeth graze her lower lip and his hands move eagerly over her back, smoothing and touching her. A sudden thought occurs, that he wishes there were not so many layers between them, and then he catches himself. He breaks away, eyes wide and staring at her, because he knows how easy it would be to just not stop.
And he knows that’s what he wants. He wants to take her to his bed, to guide her to it and kiss her and touch her and peel the layers away and not stop, not stop at all. Nikolai wets his lips and meets her eyes. ]
Alina?
[ Is this what she wants? Because if it’s not, they’ll need to get a hold of themselves sooner rather than later. ]