[action] <4
[--oh. She flinches against him initially, the twin pinpricks like needles into her skin -- but then it doesn't hurt, instead it feels good, leaving a warm flush over her skin as her hands reach out to grab fistfuls of his shirt. If she could think right now, she'd be wondering why she feels this way; the neck as an erogenous zone for her usually leaves something to be desired, but there's nothing left to be desired here, simply a good feeling, climbing higher and higher.]
[Eventually, her hands drop into her lap, wrists and fingers too weak to keep up their grip of his shirt.]