[A part of her has to conclude that he really is as screwed up as she is, in some measure. That he would keep going in spite of her tepid body heat, and even knowing the probable intent behind it -- a man after her own heart, she thinks sardonically.
She seems to enjoy the rough play herself, making an amused sound into the ferocity of his kiss. Patience, however, is only a virtue of hers when it's convenient, and so it isn't long before she has a hand woven into his belt, moving to unfasten it with half-steady hands that tremble from -- cold, anticipation, she isn't sure which or to what extent.]
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She seems to enjoy the rough play herself, making an amused sound into the ferocity of his kiss. Patience, however, is only a virtue of hers when it's convenient, and so it isn't long before she has a hand woven into his belt, moving to unfasten it with half-steady hands that tremble from -- cold, anticipation, she isn't sure which or to what extent.]