[ Noire has had time to adjust to the simple moments of affection, as well as the ones Morgan neatly employed to take her breath away. But she's also had a long absence without him; it's a rush of sensation all over again. Still, she's not as flustered as usual. Because this, too, is a memory, one she'll need to cherish, and so she doesn't squeak out protests.
She merely lets him move. She tugs off a glove and eases her fingers down the back of his neck. He's just as chilled from the rain, but she craves contact now, the kind of warmth that his lips are leaving behind as she shivers. ]
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She merely lets him move. She tugs off a glove and eases her fingers down the back of his neck. He's just as chilled from the rain, but she craves contact now, the kind of warmth that his lips are leaving behind as she shivers. ]