She smiles a little more, soft and relaxing, closing her eyes again as he runs his fingers through her hair. With the exception of only one person, everyone she's ever met with long hair has enjoyed having their hair played with. She is certainly not the exception.
Her fingers trace softly above his neck over his collar as she kisses him back, letting him take control of the kiss, pliant and most willing without being too eager. Down the collar of his shirt and down to unbutton the few outer buttons. And then, letting that gesture stand, sliding her fingers through his hair because she loves to do so.
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Date: 2007-12-28 08:23 pm (UTC)Her fingers trace softly above his neck over his collar as she kisses him back, letting him take control of the kiss, pliant and most willing without being too eager. Down the collar of his shirt and down to unbutton the few outer buttons. And then, letting that gesture stand, sliding her fingers through his hair because she loves to do so.