[ The friction of her warm body, the whisper of her clothes against his, fills his sensorium; Hei is suddenly aware of how cool his coat is against her, how still his body alongside her restless one. Now that he's letting himself, now that they're alone, he's forcibly tamped down that flare of heat bubbling under the surface of his skin. His eyes slip half-shut at the scrape of her teeth, but he's intent on his resolution of going slow. In reply to her What? he kisses her again, but without hurry or escalation, with time to taste her and feel the heat of her mouth, the softness of her tongue. His arms are behind her back again, reaching around so he can stroke the sides of her breasts -- just a fleeting brush of fingertips. ]
[ The kiss is indulged for a long moment, long enough to let her go breathless under his mouth, and then he pulls away. One hand slips to her wrist. He tugs firmly, murmuring, ]
Come on.
[ Far be it for him to fuck anyone in a hotel room -- without logging its details first. ]
action;
[ The kiss is indulged for a long moment, long enough to let her go breathless under his mouth, and then he pulls away. One hand slips to her wrist. He tugs firmly, murmuring, ]
Come on.
[ Far be it for him to fuck anyone in a hotel room -- without logging its details first. ]