[She shifts, subtle little movements in reaction to the way his lips feel against her skin. Her arms return to his shoulders, wrists hanging limp because she's got her head tilted to watch him with interest, and all of her attention. She's suddenly very aware of every breath she takes with him so close, forcing a deep inhale to calm herself.
Remembering she can move her arms, she does, lightly dragging a nail against the back of his neck, instinctively jutting out her chest a bit further.] Zel...