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Her purr melted into a laugh that was almost nervous when her shirt was tossed away, but it slipped back to a purr when he found more skin to touch. His hurried work to free himself of the gloves drew another laugh from her, appreciative that he wanted the same as her, and then the hands returned yet again. This time skin instead of glove, rough in places and smooth in others, strong in every way, and her head tipped back against the wall as she shut her eyes and sighed a sound that felt like it came from the very bottom of her. "More," she insisted of the touch, but then he was kissing her again, and it was impossible for her to not kiss back. Her mouth already felt bruised from press and teeth, but even so, she couldn't keep her own sharp teeth away, sinking into the full swell of his lower lip for just a moment, there and gone, but sharp enough to sting, nearly cut.
She knew his hands had moved as she'd been enjoying the drag of them along her body, but it took her a moment to realize what he was doing, what he was saying. She blinked at him as they pressed nose to nose, eyes nearly crossing at the close distance. And then it made sense, and she hissed, lips pulled back to expose teeth. He couldn't stop her, couldn't tell her what to do. She would refuse to-- But then it clicked, what he wanted, and the hiss turned to a pleased sound and an excited little wiggle. With legs locked so tightly around his body, it took her a moment to brace her hands on his shoulders and unwind her ankles and then so slowly slide herself down the front of his body until her toes, the very tips of them, touched the floor.