Erin would be lying if she said it wasn't a little strange, to be making out with someone who was vibrating all over; then she thought of it, perhaps, as an unending shudder of appreciation, which helped her cope a little better. It had started when she'd returned his kiss with a deeper one. If vibrating was an involuntary response to arousal, she'd take it as a compliment. With his arms wrapped so tightly -- not that she was complaining -- she couldn't move too much, so she pulled her hands free and brought her arms up around, rubbing his back as she angled her head in order to give him more access. His nose brushed under her chin as he delivered another soft kiss, and she let out a slow purr from inside her throat before kissing him again on the mouth, gently.
She tugged at his shirt so her fingers could slip underneath, her hands still a little cool against the flesh on his back. She inched her touch upwards, nails pulling against his skin very gently. Her tongue was hot against his lips, and she pulled away from him suddenly, a smile coming across her face. Kissing him was a little funny, because of the buzzing, but she could recuperate. She smiled into their next kiss.
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Dante could have tried to control the vibrations, but then he would have had to focus on something that wasn't her mouth, her skin, her hair, the way she smelled, and that was just unacceptable. Everything Erin was doing to her, her breaths and her moans and the way her nails dragged on his skin... even if Dante hadn't literally been vibrating, he would have felt like he were. "Oh, fuck," he whispered into her lips, back curling to meet her nails, urging them to press harder. She was hitting all his hot spots. Well, most of them. If she'd had her mouth on his neck and her hand in his pants, he might have died from sensory overload.
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It was a pleasant cyclical event; his murmured curse made her chuckle softly, but also tore through her insides like wildfire. Her chest swelled, a little smug, and very intrigued. This only made her return his eagerness with more... she moved her mouth down his neck, against his Adam's apple, one hand kneading the small of his back while the other traveled. His reactions fueled her. "Mmm," she replied, with a second soft laugh against his skin before she lapped softly, then delivering a delicate kiss with cool lips on wet skin. Her hands withdrew from him so they could begin to unbutton his shirt.
Sitting upright was unsatisfactory; her head was becoming lighter and lighter by the moment. Her nostrils flared. He smelled good. Like the bodywash she'd bought him, and more. Just him, most likely, and she wanted to smell more of it. She wanted to feel more of him, taste more, hold more. When his shirt was open she slipped her hands beneath it and rubbed his chest over the undershirt, wordlessly willing him to shed both layers. He had gotten topless in the car faster than he was now. Beneath her touch he vibrated, and she remembered a very early conversation they'd had about the plus side of being able to bodily vibrate.
A moan escaped her, a noise made with an open mouth and closed eyes as she pulled him closer.