Re: Top Deck, promenade [adult]
If she was aware of his momentary concern for her mood gone sharp, she showed no sign of it when she wiggled downward. She had expected the next kiss to match the others, deep and insistent, so when it shifted into something softer, it startled her. Perhaps confused her, just a bit. But there was nothing there that she didn't enjoy, especially when his hands returned, skimming over her skin and finding new places to touch. And that was something that she'd known she wanted, hadn't known how to ask for, and hadn't been aware (not truly) how good it would be.
It was those little sounds that he wanted from her, and she unknowingly obliged. Each questing press earned a different sound, a gasp when he stroked, a purr when he pet, a whimper when he teased. Her own hands found his arms, held tight to his biceps, digging fingers in without the use of claws while she still thought about it. It was uneven - him still clothed, her naked, him touching her in ways that made her body arch, but her not yet returning the favor. But she didn't point it out and only barely even cared about it. Not when he was doing such lovely things that made her legs begin to shake.