[It is so different from that first kiss. The way she responds, the way she allows him to lead instead of all but climbing on top of him. Its gentler, calmer, the steady glow of coals in contrast to the scorching wildfire of before. There's opportunity, there, a harder push, or the twist of fingers in her hair, any number of things that might add kindling to those banked coals.
He doesn't push for it though, keeps the kiss something lighter, softer. When the tension seeps out of her he curls an arm around her back, drawing her against him. The hand in her hair shifts softly, fingers sliding through the silken weight of it, then coming back to cup her cheek, letting his thumb skate along the edge of her ear.]
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He doesn't push for it though, keeps the kiss something lighter, softer. When the tension seeps out of her he curls an arm around her back, drawing her against him. The hand in her hair shifts softly, fingers sliding through the silken weight of it, then coming back to cup her cheek, letting his thumb skate along the edge of her ear.]