[ She huffs softly, wanting to bring up that he was the one who got enthusiastic first-- he just dragged her into his madness. She presses her face into his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his arms around her. ] It just felt-- good.
[ Her fingers trace along the lines of his shirt idly-- remembering what was underneath. ]
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[ Her fingers trace along the lines of his shirt idly-- remembering what was underneath. ]