“M’hm,” he hums out in response, letting himself smile once more. His
shoulders relax as her hands find his neck, and he LEANS as if to meet
for the kiss ——— but as her lips press to his cheekinstead, his own lips
pull into a mock pout. “No, I’m afraid that’s not QUITE what I meant.”
“ hmm—- “ her own lips downturn, as if she were considering the most dire matter the senate could place before her. this time her fingers taper down to the line of his jaw, guiding her mouth to his – a brush of lips once, twice – before hesitantly pulling back with a bird-like tilt of her head, lower lip captured demurely between her teeth. “ was that closer to how you were imagining it? “
