[ Faraday's on his butt and Gwen's reaching for the hem of her shirt as she watches him get settled, pulling it up over her head and dropping it close by because she doesn't have any mind for anything but getting her clothes off. her jeans come next, bunched up at her ankles until she steps out of them, towards him. her bra gets ditched, undies last, just before she's crawling onto the pillows to get on his lap. she doesn't settle there though, just plants her knees on either side of his hips and wraps her arms over his shoulders so she can kiss him. and kiss him.
and kiss him.
it's possible she's never kissed him like this before, this passionately or this unrushed. there's a level of needy she doesn't usually let herself get to that's written all over her now, in the way she's moving to hold his face in both of her hands, the little sounds she's making against his lips. the wild part though, which she'll realize later, is that the stuff she ate or drank isn't really making her feel anything differently than she normally does. it's just more, and unrestricted. it's honesty at a level she hasn't really let herself admit to. basically, it all just translates to a really, really great kiss. making out at its best. and Gwen does love making out. ]
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and kiss him.
it's possible she's never kissed him like this before, this passionately or this unrushed. there's a level of needy she doesn't usually let herself get to that's written all over her now, in the way she's moving to hold his face in both of her hands, the little sounds she's making against his lips. the wild part though, which she'll realize later, is that the stuff she ate or drank isn't really making her feel anything differently than she normally does. it's just more, and unrestricted. it's honesty at a level she hasn't really let herself admit to. basically, it all just translates to a really, really great kiss. making out at its best. and Gwen does love making out. ]