[ Sansa follows his lead, allowing him to guide her ontop of him. It's all too easy, and in the heat of the moment, she doesn't even worry about accidentally crushing him. When his lips meet hers, the kiss is accepted softly, though her mind is eager. It's all too thrilling, the ability to lose herself in him.
Her lips part, allowing his tongue entrance to her mouth, as her hands tangle into his hair. Her own hair hangs like a curtain, shutting them out from the rest of the world. ]
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Her lips part, allowing his tongue entrance to her mouth, as her hands tangle into his hair. Her own hair hangs like a curtain, shutting them out from the rest of the world. ]