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[ Her gaze follows his upward, wondering what he's looking at before he speaks again and she looks down with him.] It is. Working, that is. [ Her hand moves to rest lightly on his shoulder, fingertips barely touching the base of his neck as she meets his brief gaze. He wants to kiss her and she knows he's waiting for a sign from her. So instead of giving a subtle one, she moves in to close the distance between their mouths.]

Edited 2017-11-04 08:34 (UTC)

[ He smiles into the kiss, soft as it is for now, his hand moving to frame the side of her face a little more, fingers slipping in her hair, the other on her arm, shifting to her side, wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. He's careful, there, not to use too much strength - he doesn't exactly want to crush her - but it's not difficult, for him. He's trained for this sort of control forever.

But as he gets her closer, though, is also the perfect time to deepen the kiss a little, tasting the strawberries of her lipgloss on his tongue. ]

[ Her hand delicately slides a little higher now that their mouths have met. Her thumb curls against the fabric of his shirt collar and her fingers lay flat against his neck now. He holds her closer, he doesn't keep himself from touching her.

She likes it, the way his arm feels wrapped around her, the way it makes her feel. She moves to deepen the kiss and before she can, the kiss deepens, distracting her enough that she can't recall who started it, him or her, either way it happens. There's a soft sound that escapes her mouth then, the hand at his neck moves to slide over his shoulder and along his back, keeping him close.]

[ John's in no hurry. He takes his time, here, to enjoy the feel of Patty against him, her curves and her strength and the sweet taste of her lips, the noise she presses to his mouth. He lets himself make the most of it, tracing her lips with his tongue, slipping his hand further into her hair, thumb at the hinge of her jaw.

It's way too nice, and way too rare for him to get to do something like this, that he's not about to rush it. ]

[ It's nice to be kissed again, it's nice to feel someone hold you close and kiss you. It's better than nice. And she leans into him a bit more, her fingers curl at the fabric of his shirt as his tongue slides along her lips. Her mouth parts for him, teasing before she lets her other hand grip at his arm, encouraging him to hold her close. It's all a tease because a moment later, she breaks the kiss, her eyes half-lidded, voice quiet against his lips.]

Okay, I'll go out with you again.

[ As he listens to her words, John's face breaks into a smile, a laugh escaping him as he lets his hand move, tucking some hair behind her ear, his own eyes opening to look at her. ]

Good.

[ He licks his own lips, still able to taste her on them. He wants to lean in again, but he also doesn't want to stumble that step too far. ]

So I guess this is when I let you get inside. And promise to call you. Which I do, by the way. I promise I'll call you.