action;
[ It feels like she should feel more guilty, that she should see it as something wrong but when he says they're not doing anything wrong, she finds herself agreeing with him. The last thing she wants to do is hurt Elena but Elena has moved on, hasn't she?
The hand at the base of his neck tightens for a moment before she uses it to draw him back to her lips, the kiss no where close to being the tentative, soft kiss from before. No, it's laced with heat and hunger, the need she feels for him, the way her whole body seems to ache for more. And now that she's decided not to deny herself it, she uses that kiss to let him know that he's right, that he has to be right, her free hand sliding down his back to pull him back to her.]