Every one of those buzzing little thoughts settled to a low hum. This was no time for thinking, really, this was time for action. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing hard, pressing his tongue against hers. It seemed to have gone quite over his head that he'd totally forgotten to force her to initiate things. A thought piped up that he honestly had no clue when he'd last done this. He crushed that thought--busy, busy.
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