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[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Send 🔥 if your muse would sleep with mine!

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Chris put her hands behind her back, as she did when she was standing comfortably, and also to not accidentally touch Regina.

She was still miffed about Regina's little quip, but it wasn't something she was going to show anymore. Regina was helping and that was good enough.

As Regina brushed past, Chris stepped back slightly, even showing a smidgen of... respect. Regina deserves it just for helping. Chris even listened as she spoke... and she was right. But Chris trusted that it has to be night time at some point, and Emma knows to find shelter at night. It'll happen. At some point.

Chris understood that this wasn't an exact science. She just watched Regina make a fucking potion, for fucks sake. Chris was surprised that Regina was explaining. She nodded, and decided to let her pride slip away for a moment. She really had no ego or pride in this situation- she could only sit and wait.

"Thank you."

Chris said, without even noticing that she did until after the fact. That's what happens when you let your pride slip away. So she got it back immediately, and straightened up her back.

"And I never said it wasn't true."

Chris said, crossing her arms and taking Regina's steely look with pride. For Chris, Emma, and her safety, came first.

"All I said was that it's a bullshit reason."

Chris paid attention to the ingredients, and when she saw the powder, her eyebrows drew closer, but she held herself from asking. So this is alchemy. A form of it, anyhow. Her curiosity will definitely hurt her someday, now she was sure of it. Her curiosity definitely didn't help when she came here. But she doesn't know how to be with people very well. And people don't really like her in return.

Chris watched as the potion changed color, noting the deep ocean blue it came to in the end. If she ever saw a deep blue potion- she'd now know it was for a sleeping curse.

Chris huffed out of her nose as Regina offered her a taste, but it wasn't a chuckle this time. It was a 'fuck you' huff.

"Fuck you."

And the phrase wasn't late to follow. It was said with venom and disgust- Regina had hit a spot and she knew it.

Chris would have taken David's place if he wasn't so brick headed. She didn't care if she wouldn't have woken up. She cared about the little chance that David won't be able to wake up. That would have devastated Emma, and the town. But if she hadn't woken up, it wouldn't have that drastic of an effect. Emma doesn't really need her anymore anyways. There, she thought it so it's true.

Ever since they came to storybrooke Emma has others to protect her. Others to be by her side. Others to have a beer with after a successful... mission. Or whatever.

Chris wasn't needed, other than for her friendship- and she found that very hard to believe. She doesn't believe she's a good friend, let alone a good person. And that would be a thing to talk about with Emma when she gets back.

She didn't even hear Regina's addition, too quick to tune her out as she turned and walked to the door, still waiting for Regina to join her. She wasn't that mad, then. Still polite.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

"If you're going to tease me, you'd better follow through."

Chris and Regina had been sitting and talking into the night, a whiskey glass in each of their hands, and the things they said started to get... off topic, to say the least.

Chris even had to unbutton the top button of her shirt to realize it. This was... very elegant flirting. It felt like she was on fire. How they always skirted around actually flirting, just saying things that could be taken one way or another. She loved that.

And then Regina said it.

Chris scoffed and leaned closer, maybe too close, close enough to be able to smell the scent of alcohol on Regina's breath, looking her right in the eyes.

"And what exactly would "following through" entail, your majesty?"

She asked, her voice lower by an entire octave, letting her eyes slip down Regina's shirt and back up to her eyes.

Emma is going to be absolutely angry.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."

Chris and Regina were assigned to look for some... magical object, to help the charmings with... shit. Chris was not listening when Mary margaret was talking. She usually doesn't, because Mary margaret gets started on talking and never stops, and Emma catches her up later, but this time Emma was busy. At least Regina knows what they're looking for.

So Chris looked around for the particular object, which Regina had described to her earlier, but she couldn't really keep her eyes off of Regina and... that dress she was wearing. Chris had sarcastically commented on that particular dress before, in a way she knew only Regina would understand, it's like they had their own language of sarcasm and no one could tell whether they were serious or not. But she didn't think Regina would pay attention to that comment.

After Regina spoke, Chris couldn't help the scoff that shot out of her nose, as she shook her head and continued looking around for the object. A chalice, if she remembers correctly.

"Oh please, your majesty. Even if I was interested, you won't be able to handle it."

Chris replied, in her usual, cocky tone, but what Regina said had caught her off guard. And now that she's thinking about it, there were some things they had said to each other that could come off as... flirting.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

❗❗❗

Having a drink at Regina's instead of celebrating with the others at granny's after a successful... mission, let's call it, had become a habit of Chris's. She knew her presence there wasn't really appreciated by anyone except for Emma, and maybe the charmings if even that.

They sat and had a drink, mostly silently- that's what Chris appreciated most, they didn't really have to talk- and Chris leaned back in Regina's couch, turning her head to look at the woman. She's admitted to herself a little while ago that Regina is attractive, and goddamn sexy, even, but Chris thought Regina most definitely does not feel the same.

They were sitting close- way closer than all the times before. Maybe the alcohol got to them this time, maybe it was a little chilly beneath the tall ceiling. Chris closed her eyes for just a second, and suddenly-

Regina's lips were on hers.

Chris's eyes shot open, her breath hitched very slightly in her throat, as she tried to analyze what in all of fuck was going on with Regina that she chose to do this, but she found that her brain was... silent. The only thing her brain responded to were Regina's lips, and Chris closed her eyes right back, put her hand on Regina's waist to pull her closer, and finally, started kissing back.

There would be time for questions and analysis later.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

//Blindfolds or Spreader Bars? //Edging or Multiple Rounds? //Spanking or Scratching? //Vanilla or Kinky? //Lengthy Cocks or Girthy Cocks? (since you mentioned strap-ons) //Small Boobs or Large Boobs? //Ass or Chests? //Thighs or Arms? //Loud or Quiet? //Biting or Sucking? //Costumes or Lingerie //Laughing and silliness during sex or Intensity and power struggle during sex? //Face to face or from behind? //Phone sex or Sexting? //Dirty Talk or Degradation? //Video Call Masturbation or Sexy Selfies? //Morning Sex or Evening Sex? //Clothes on or Clothes off?

1. Blindfolds

2. Chris loves to edge her partner. But both

3. Both.

4. both, depends on the situation.

5. Chris's is about 8 or 9 inches, and has a good balanced girth to it. And she made sure ti buy one that curves.

6. Both. Boobs are great.

7. Chests. But ass is also great.

8. Thighs.

9. Depends on the situation, but shelikes to gear her partner. It lets her know she's doing good.

10. Biting.

11. Lingerie. Definitely lingerie.

12. Again, depends on the situation and the point of time in the relationship, but both.

13. Both.

14. Sexting.

15. Dirty talk.

16. Sexy selfie.

17. Both.

18. Both.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Lets Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)

My muse has to pick one or the other. They have to pick one. Not neither, not both.

Submissive or Dominant? Whips or Chains? Handcuffs or Shibari? Pillow Princess or Power Bottom? Voyeur or Exhibitionist? Blindfolds or Spreader Bars? Butt Plugs or Vibrators? Edging or Multiple Rounds? Knots or Ovipositor? Spanking or Scratching? Ball Gag or Muzzle? Strap on or Double Sided Dildo? On on one or Group Sex? Vanilla or Kinky? Lengthy Cocks or Girthy Cocks? Small Boobs or Large Boobs? Ass or Chests? Thighs or Arms? Hot Wax or Knifeplay? Loud or Quiet? Biting or Sucking? Collars or Piercings? Costumes or Lingerie Monogamy or Polyamory?  Laughing and silliness during sex or Intensity and power struggle during sex? Fucking a Virgin or Fucking someone with experience? Face to face or from behind? Phone sex or Sexting? Cumming inside or Cumming outside Being filled or Bukkake Dirty Talk or Degradation? Role play or Porn on in the background? Public Edging or Filming in the Bedroom? Condom or Bareback? Lube or Raw? Video Call Masturbation or Sexy Selfies? Blood Play or Breath Play? Face fucking or Anal sex? Leather or PVC? Morning Sex or Evening Sex? Clothes on or Clothes off?

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

"And I never said it wasn't true."

Chris said, crossing her arms and taking Regina's steely look with pride. For Chris, Emma, and her safety, came first.

"All I said was that it's a bullshit reason."

Chris paid attention to the ingredients, and when she saw the powder, her eyebrows drew closer, but she held herself from asking. So this is alchemy. A form of it, anyhow. Her curiosity will definitely hurt her someday, now she was sure of it. Her curiosity definitely didn't help when she came here. But she doesn't know how to be with people very well. And people don't really like her in return.

Chris watched as the potion changed color, noting the deep ocean blue it came to in the end. If she ever saw a deep blue potion- she'd now know it was for a sleeping curse.

Chris huffed out of her nose as Regina offered her a taste, but it wasn't a chuckle this time. It was a 'fuck you' huff.

"Fuck you."

And the phrase wasn't late to follow. It was said with venom and disgust- Regina had hit a spot and she knew it.

Chris would have taken David's place if he wasn't so brick headed. She didn't care if she wouldn't have woken up. She cared about the little chance that David won't be able to wake up. That would have devastated Emma, and the town. But if she hadn't woken up, it wouldn't have that drastic of an effect. Emma doesn't really need her anymore anyways. There, she thought it so it's true.

Ever since they came to storybrooke Emma has others to protect her. Others to be by her side. Others to have a beer with after a successful... mission. Or whatever.

Chris wasn't needed, other than for her friendship- and she found that very hard to believe. She doesn't believe she's a good friend, let alone a good person. And that would be a thing to talk about with Emma when she gets back.

She didn't even hear Regina's addition, too quick to tune her out as she turned and walked to the door, still waiting for Regina to join her. She wasn't that mad, then. Still polite.

Chris was disappointed in David's ultimate decision, yet commended the sacrifice. He was a good man, just a bit brick headed sometimes. After he made his final decision she stepped down and simply repeated what she's learned in her head to not forget it.

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Chris has been trained for years on how to see and not be seen, how to be present without being noticed. It was fairly easy for her to make her way into Regina's office. At first, she simply watched. This was more than just chemistry. Alchemy, maybe?

She slowly, and silently moved to stand about 5 feet behind Regina, looking over her shoulder from her taller position. And then, she was noticed. She couldn't help the way the corner of her lip stretched into a smirk. She thought it would take Regina longer to notice. But a couple of minutes is still impressive. The curtly tone only stretched Chris's smirk wider.

"Bullshit, your majesty,"

She replied lowly, a chuckle forcing itself out of her nose, using Regina's title in the same curtly manner as Regina had used her name. Chris just wanted to see. As much as she would deny it, this entire thing interested her. She didn't know a curse had to be brewed and not... well, hocus pocused into existence.

What she did know is that making sure Emma and snow are back unharmed and David waked up from the curse are all not at the top of Regina's list of priorities. Henry is. And that's understandable, really.

"You're doing this for your son,"

She started, moving around the table to be in front of Regina and to also be able to see everything she's doing- it still interested Chris.

"Which is still a good enough reason to me."

She added, putting her hands behind her back with a raised eyebrow and that infuriating smirk of hers. She didn't understand Regina's need to paint herself as concerned for Emma and Mary Margaret's safe return, unless she actually was concerned, but what she did understand is that Regina loves her son. She does what she needs to do for him, and whether it's a good thing or a bad thing to do, she's the one making the choice to do it. And Chris knew she was right.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Reblog this if you’re a chill roleplayer who doesn’t mind if your rp partners take multiple weeks, or even months to reply.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

In the beginning: 💔: Hates their guts. 💙: Feels pretty indifferent towards them. 💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

After the kiss and more: 💜: Finds them sexually attractive. 💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive. 💗: Finds them romantically attractive. ❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them.

"And that's the way the cookie crumbles."

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Name: Regina Mills

Age: (depends on timeline of plot)

How well do we know each other?: Well, they've seen one another naked.

Do you have a pet name for me?: Not yet. ;) 

Do I have a pet name for you?: Your Majesty (which is thisclose to being banned)

Are you attracted to me?: Very much so.

Why do you want to marry me?: Because you complete me and make me a better person.

Big wedding or Small wedding?: Small.  

Do you see children in our future?: Not sure.

"We did see each other naked. Accepted with the terms that I get to keep using my pet name. Deal?"

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Lmaoo.

How are you in bed?

tagged by stolen from: @dreadpiratejones & @swanprincessodette tagging: @that-obsessed-gay-girl @soulxremains (Rumple) @cinnamonsaviorem @musesinked (Emma) @enchantedxhearts & whoever wants to do this one!

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Lmaoo.

How are you in bed?

tagged by stolen from: @dreadpiratejones & @swanprincessodette tagging: @that-obsessed-gay-girl @soulxremains (Rumple) @cinnamonsaviorem @musesinked (Emma) @enchantedxhearts & whoever wants to do this one!

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

WIFE / HUSBAND APPLICATION:

Name: 

Age: 

How well do we know each other?: 

Do you have a pet name for me?: 

Do I have a pet name for you?: 

Are you attracted to me?: 

Why do you want to marry me?: 

Big wedding or Small wedding?: 

Do you see children in our future?: 

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them.

❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them.

💛: Loves them platonically.

💚: Is a little jealous of them.

💙: Feels pretty indifferent towards them.

💜: Finds them sexually attractive.

💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive.

💗: Finds them romantically attractive.

💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

💝: Looks up to them as a role model.

💓: Is intimidated by them, but wants to be friends with them.

💔: Hates their guts.

💘: Doesn’t really like them, but doesn’t flat-out hate them either.

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. this quotes range in intensity so discretion is given consideration the nature of the sentences. please make sure you change pronouns, names and/or location as you see fit.

"I can feel you watching me… even when you shouldn't."

"Tell me, how long have you been wanting this?"

"Your lips are too close to mine for me to think straight."

"If you're going to tease me, you'd better follow through."

"Are you going to make me wait, or will you come closer?"

"You look like you're fighting the urge to kiss me."

"If we keep pretending this isn't happening, it might get worse."

"The way you’re looking at me… it’s driving me insane."

"You know I can't concentrate when you touch me like that."

"One step closer and I won’t be able to stop myself."

"Your breath on my skin… it's hard to ignore."

"Is this how you planned it, making me want you more?"

"I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

"You don't realize how hard it is to resist you."

"You’re enjoying this too much for me to stay calm."

"It's taking all my control not to pull you into me."

"I think we're far past pretending now."

"You're making it difficult to be the good one here."

"If you keep this up, I might just give in."

"You don't have to say a word… your eyes tell me everything."

"You shouldn’t look at me like that if you don’t want me to react."

"What if I told you I can't stop thinking about last night?"

"Are you teasing me, or do you actually want this?"

"One kiss and I might lose control of everything."

"You've made it impossible for me to think of anyone but you."

"Do you always make it this hard to stay professional?"

"Your hands feel too good for me to walk away."

"If you wanted me to leave, you wouldn’t be standing so close."

"I think we both know what you’re really asking for."

"I can feel your heartbeat… and it’s not just from excitement."

"Don't act like you don't want this as much as I do."

"Every time we're alone, the air feels… heavier, doesn't it?"

"You’re playing a dangerous game, being this close."

"I never thought I'd be this tempted by you."

"Your touch is burning through me… in the best way."

"It’s getting harder to pretend I don’t want you."

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget we have rules."

"Are you trying to test my limits, or do you just enjoy the tension?"

"You’re closer than you should be… but I’m not asking you to stop." "I can tell by the way you're looking at me… you're tempted too."

"You know what you're doing, and it’s driving me wild."

"I didn’t expect you to be this bold, but I’m not complaining." "I can't tell if you're trying to push me away or pull me closer."

"There's a fine line between teasing and giving in… which side are you on?"

"You don’t have to say it, I can feel what you want."

"Every second I stand here, I want you more."

"Tell me to stop, and I will… but only if you really mean it."

"This tension between us… it’s only a matter of time before we snap."

"You think you’re in control, but I can see how much you want this."

"One touch, one kiss, and there’s no going back from this."

"Don’t pretend like you don’t want me to touch you right now." "Every time you look at me like that, it takes everything not to rip your clothes off."

"You’re making it really hard for me to be patient."

"I don’t think you realize how badly I want to have you right here."

"If you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll make you beg for it." "I’m not going to ask twice… come here."

"Keep pushing me, and you’ll see just how much I can take."

"Your body is practically begging me to take control."

"I can hear how your breath catches when I get this close."

"If you keep tempting me like this, we won’t make it out of this room."

"Do you feel how much I want you? It’s impossible to hide now."

"You don’t know how much self-control it’s taking for me not to touch you."

"Tell me you want this as much as I do, or I’ll lose my mind."

"If you want me to stop, you’d better say it now… before it’s too late."

"I want you in ways I shouldn’t even be thinking about right now."

"If I kiss you, there’s no going back. Are you sure you’re ready?"

"Every second we’re apart, all I think about is what I’ll do to you when we’re alone."

"You’re making it impossible for me to focus on anything but you."

"I can feel how badly you want this… your body doesn’t lie."

"It’s only a matter of time before I lose control with you."

"If you get any closer, I might not be able to hold back."

"You have no idea how badly I want to tear this off you."

"One taste of you and I won’t be able to stop."

"The way you touch me makes it impossible to think straight."

"If I start, I’m not stopping until I’ve had every inch of you."

"You’re trembling… and it’s only making me want you more."

"I don’t think you understand what you do to me when you look at me like that."

"I want you so badly it’s driving me out of my mind."

"You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be, are you?"

"I can’t wait anymore… I need you, now."

[that-obsessed-gay-girl]

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

key words were relationship, tension, denial and romance, forbidden. there are 69 mid flirtacious and then 69 explicit prompts. you can change names and pronouns as you see fit.

69 Flirtatious to Explicit Dialogue Prompts:

"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"Your lips look... distracting."

"Do you really want me to leave, or are you just saying that?"

"How close do I have to get before you admit you want me here?"

"Careful, if you keep touching me like that, I might forget we're just talking."

"It's hard to focus when you're sitting so close."

"I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."

"You think I didn't notice the way you've been staring all night?"

"I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now."

"There's something about the way you say my name..."

"I bet you'd look even better out of that outfit."

"Don't you think it's a bit hot in here? Or is that just you?"

"I love the way your skin feels against mine."

"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."

"You're making it very hard to behave."

"How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"

"I can feel your heart racing. You're not as calm as you're pretending to be."

"You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?"

"You keep teasing, but we both know where this is going."

"Is this really what you want? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"I love the way you blush when I get close."

"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?"

"There's something I want to do, but I'm not sure you're ready for it."

"You can try to resist me, but we both know how this ends."

"Your body tells me everything your words don't."

"I dare you to come just a little bit closer."

"You're tempting me in ways you don't even realize."

"What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day?"

"Let me show you just how good this could be."

"I've been waiting all night to get you alone."

"The way you're looking at me... it's almost like you're daring me."

"You don't have to say anything, but your body is speaking for you."

"You know where this is headed, right?"

"I’ve been patient, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."

"Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."

"What if I kissed you right here? Would you stop me?"

"I can't stop thinking about the way you'd feel under me."

"You want me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes."

"If you're going to tease me, at least be ready for the consequences."

"Every time you touch me, it’s like you’re daring me to lose control."

"It’s not fair the way you make me feel when you’re this close."

"I want to hear you say you want me."

"Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."

"You know, I love the way you taste."

"Your skin is so soft… I can’t wait to explore more."

"I can feel how much you want this."

"What if I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time?"

"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to do something about it?"

"The way you tremble when I touch you... I could get used to that."

"We shouldn’t... but it’s the only thing I can think about."

"You're playing with fire, and we both know how this ends."

"I want to hear you moan my name."

"Your lips are driving me crazy... I can’t take it anymore."

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."

"I can’t stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me."

"Tell me you want this as much as I do."

"I love the way your breath hitches when I get closer."

"We both know this is inevitable, don’t we?"

"I’ve been thinking about you all night. It’s time to make those thoughts a reality."

"You're making it very hard to resist you."

"Do you like the way I make you feel?"

"All I can think about is what comes next."

"I want to feel every inch of you."

"You don’t have to say a word. Just show me how much you want this."

"I love the way your body reacts when I touch you."

"I’ve been patient long enough. Now it’s my turn."

"If you’re ready, I’ll give you everything you’ve been waiting for."

50 Actions from Flirtatious to Explicit:

Brushing their hand lightly against the other's as they talk.

Gently placing a hand on their lower back, guiding them through a crowded room.

Leaning in close enough to whisper, but not touching.

Tracing the outline of their lips with a fingertip.

Lightly tugging on their shirt, pulling them closer.

Running fingers through their hair, grazing the scalp just enough to leave them breathless.

Pressing a knee against theirs under the table, keeping eye contact.

Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.

Grazing lips against the curve of their ear, barely touching.

Running a hand up their arm, tracing the muscles.

Slipping fingers under their collar, teasing the edge of their neckline.

Gently trailing fingertips down their spine.

Squeezing their hand just a little tighter while walking.

Holding their gaze, slowly licking their lips.

Lightly biting their lip after a kiss, pulling back with a smirk.

Tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear, letting fingers brush the skin.

Pinning them against a wall, hands braced on either side.

Pressing their lips softly to the back of their hand.

Gripping their waist, pulling them into an embrace that lingers just a bit too long.

Brushing their lips along the side of their neck, testing their reaction.

Grazing a thumb over their pulse point.

Tugging at their belt, teasing without going further.

Running hands over their chest, tracing patterns through their clothes.

Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.

Leaning in, breath hot against their lips before pulling away.

Letting fingertips dance along their jawline.

Sinking teeth lightly into their shoulder, marking them gently.

Running a hand along the curve of their hip, squeezing slightly.

Sliding a hand up the inside of their thigh, stopping just short of their goal.

Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.

Lightly nipping at their earlobe before kissing a path down their neck.

Letting hands roam over their body, exploring curves and planes.

Pressing a hand flat against their chest, feeling their heartbeat speed up.

Hooking fingers into the waistband of their pants, pulling them closer.

Tucking a thumb under their chin, lifting their face for a kiss.

Pulling them into a heated kiss, hands gripping their hair.

Slipping hands beneath their shirt, caressing their bare skin.

Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure.

Tugging them closer by the waistband, teasing with a slow grind.

Nuzzling against their neck, inhaling their scent before lightly biting.

Guiding their hands to roam, showing them where they can touch.

Tracing patterns on their skin with lips and teeth, leaving a trail of heat.

Grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body.

Letting fingers slide under their clothes, exploring sensitive spots.

Wrapping arms around them, hands pressing into their back as they kiss.

Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure.

Tugging at their shirt, lips grazing their collarbone.

Teasing them with soft kisses down their chest, going lower.

Gently pushing them back onto the bed, lips following their descent.

Wrapping a leg around theirs, pulling them closer for an even deeper kiss.