[ Hey, it's not like she's going to complain. So she will readily push herself up just enough for their lips to meet; slow and languid and almost but not quite gentle. It is early in the morning, and somehow it still coaxes a slow burning fire into the pit of her stomach, urging her to shift a little closer, to maybe get herself more comfortable. And if that entails dragging a leg over both of his until she's kind of sort of ish straddling him, then so be it. ]
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