Re: Home: Iris and Manning
She may not have been nearly as timid as she had at one point in time, but she still moved easily where he guided. He still dwarfed her in size, and she never wanted to fight against where he led. She did push back with her kiss though, opening and inviting him in. He held her close, and then he was lifting her, her legs wrapping around his hips naturally, like they'd choreographed it, her back pressing against the wall in the next moment.
When he moaned, she arched, tipping her head back to make way for his mouth as it mapped along her neck. The grip he had on her hair was tight, but the slight pull of it made her shiver and slip her arms over his shoulders to help balance herself there.
She could help laughing at Manning's whisper, her eyes bright when she looked down at him. (Down, because he held her high enough, and with so little sign of strain as he did.) "Oh are you?" She couldn't keep the laughter from her voice, or from curving her mouth against his when he kissed her again. "If you'll have me."