Re: Near the Memory Emporium, across the way
He never expected to be doing something like this, not to get such enjoyment from it. It was complicated and simple in the same breath, moreso when her fingers found his skin. Moreso when her nails did. The sensation of it was sudden and unfamiliar, and went a long way in adding to the few memories and scant knowledge he had of things like this. He did know that he (or his body) wanted more of it: more of her sounds, more of her nails, more of her in his space. He lifted his knees higher, bracing his feet, reducing the amount of space there was for her, bringing her closer. It was so easy to forget all the reasons why it was a bad idea when she tipped her head farther and offered him more of her skin. It made him bring a hand up to press wide to the other side of her neck, draw her in, open his mouth so that he could taste her skin.