Karen Greene of NYC, by way of Lynet of Orkney (lynet) wrote in refried_scenes,
Lynet gives a little gasping laugh, but goes on kissing him, her one hand still in his hair and the other coming up to the side of his throat. She barely knows what she's doing, and there's a little voice in the back of her mind wondering if she ought to be embarrassed -- maybe he really does have a reputation with women, how is she to know?
But she likes him. She likes this. Her hand moves from his throat to clutch at his shirt.