( the drinks had left her overwhelmingly warm, flush all over from a fever that threatened to swallow her whole, and cooling down had been the only thing she could focus on. discovering that touch offered reprieve had been a gift, desperately needed; piling into the couch to curl herself as close to him as she could had been an obvious, immediate resolution.
but the chills that course through her from the echo of his groans aren't entirely ingredient-induced. there's a little wanting mixed in, that familiar desire that creeps up her spine as the warmth of his body bleeds into hers; she doesn't hesitate to meet his eager touch with more of her own, hands sliding under the lapels of his jacket to curve over his shoulders, carefully encouraging the fabric up and over. )
Still warm, ( kimberly murmurs, words offering both explanation and encouragement. more seems to be the theme of the night, though that's nothing new for either of them. )
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but the chills that course through her from the echo of his groans aren't entirely ingredient-induced. there's a little wanting mixed in, that familiar desire that creeps up her spine as the warmth of his body bleeds into hers; she doesn't hesitate to meet his eager touch with more of her own, hands sliding under the lapels of his jacket to curve over his shoulders, carefully encouraging the fabric up and over. )
Still warm, ( kimberly murmurs, words offering both explanation and encouragement. more seems to be the theme of the night, though that's nothing new for either of them. )