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killerofstars (killerofstars) wrote in snapthread,

That was fair. Her hesitation. There was something truly said about wearing what she was wearing for him. Was it for him? No, for the both of them. With her confession, it brought forward the news she told him. The werewolf situation. It wasn't anything Galen was going to worry about, but he was certain the pair of them were going to figure out exactly what they had to do to keep him, her, and the town safe. "Who am I to tell you not to wear this." He nudged with his eyes slightly. "I like it a lot."


Following Leia's lead, Galen shifted his body so that he could tend to her braids as she asked. Listening to here explain, and in turn immediately felt something keen to close to her. Just a simple act, considered intimate. That brought more confidence as Galen carefully and maticulously undid the braids from her hair. Slowly running his fingers through her hair as he did suck. When making it to her scalp, lightly scratching at her head softly, more to ease the tension that the braids might have done. It was a nice shift to let Galen's mind catch up with what was happening right then and there. It was absolutely something he knew he would be able to accomplish with her, and that alone brought an eager smile to his lips.

Though a bigger smile when she kissed him once again, sadly just as brief as the other kisses. That was going to change, and the way that she was guiding, Galen was starting to understand some of what to do, or how to do. Follow what feels right, she offered, and he had always done that - well, to a degree. He followed what his instincts told him more appropriately, which became easy as her hand took his and brought it right up to her chest. A gasp left Galen's mouth just as she kissed him again. As long as it feels comfortable? His hand pressed firmly against her breast, and all Galen could think was agreeing that this was comfortable.

Pressing forward, Galen's mouth was eager to capture hers in a heated kiss. Something much more fierce than what they had shared previously. The hand on her breast firmly squeezing, but attempting nothing too hard while his free hand pulled her closer to him eager to keep the kiss happening unlike the other brief kisses they had shared this evening.