Re: Third Class ; Dining
Maybe she'd been a little worried that the boy didn't feel the same way, but he did, and she beamed at him happily when he returned the sentiment. She couldn't recall anyone having told her they liked her before, and it made her feel a different sort of warmth than his kisses did. Different, but no less pleasurable, and her smile didn't abate as she looked at him. She didn't mind that he stared; she did too, not yet experienced enough to know better.
This time she responded without hesitation when he kissed her, thrilled by the lack of shyness, and when she rocked against him it wasn't really an intentional thing. She just wanted to get close, that's all, but it felt good and so she did it again, and impatient little whimper muffled against his mouth. It was pleasure but it was torment, too, and she didn't realize it might be even worse for him.