[ The way his fingers are threading through her hair makes her momentarily freeze, in his arms — she'd felt how he'd shifted when her lips had brushed against his neck, but she hadn't been able to help herself (and besides it hadn't exactly been a kiss, only a ghost of one) and she'd wondered whether or not he'd noticed.
Well, that question is answered.
But as much as she's not sure what boundaries are allowed to be crossed and which ones aren't — and what boundaries there even are between them, now, because when you share your mind wholly with someone it's hard to say where limits are — Mako finds herself wanting to find out, wanting to know what he'll do if she repeats the action, and so she does, brushing her lips a bit more firmly this time against the hollow of his throat where it tastes like salt. ]
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Well, that question is answered.
But as much as she's not sure what boundaries are allowed to be crossed and which ones aren't — and what boundaries there even are between them, now, because when you share your mind wholly with someone it's hard to say where limits are — Mako finds herself wanting to find out, wanting to know what he'll do if she repeats the action, and so she does, brushing her lips a bit more firmly this time against the hollow of his throat where it tastes like salt. ]