[ When she rocks forward, his hands tighten on her thighs, an involuntary reaction to the sensations, shooting straight up from crotch to his brain, raising the hairs on his arms. She has to know what she's doing, and honestly, Baby can't find it in him to have a single complaint about it, because damn, but she feels good against him. His hands relax, slide back up her hips, to wrap around her back as he tilts his head into her kiss, his tongue sliding against Sansa's. ]
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