[Namur's caught up in the moment, himself. It's always good when a girl responds to his advances, moreso when she seems inclined to take his desire, intensify it, and reflect it back at him. He pushes further against her to the point where she'd fall if he hadn't moved both of his hands around to the back of her head, at once playing his fingers through her hair and easing her down into the lush grass. With a contented sigh, he lets one of his hands move down to where her back is arched, pulling her closer against him for a moment before easing off to tickle and tease along her spine with his fingertips.]
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