[ For one long moment, she's perfectly still — just enjoying the sensation. His mouth against hers, how she feels how they fit together so perfectly. And she's trying her hardest not to immediately let her lips curl into a smile. She breathes the moment in, utters the softest of dreamy sighs. She's missed this. Certainly there's not been a complete absence of affection between them, but there's definitely been a little bit of space between them considering Peter's conjuring issue of the last month.
And she soon melts against him; when his fingers draw her hips inwards, towards him — the rest of her immediately follows. Her heart skipping slightly with the gesture, quietly dizzy with it. He wants her close, she wants to be close. Luna returns the kiss with gentle enthusiasm; quick to fall into them with that easy slowness. But she senses the insistence that soon comes with those kisses, and part of her can't help but internally giggle a little, giddy with it. ]
« You're being very bold. » [ She mumbles with a soft hum through their mental link; there's something distracted in her voice, but she's very content. There's not much room or interest in saying much else, even mentally — focusing on the kisses once more.
It only takes a beat or two before she shifts slightly, her hands slowly sliding up his chest, up onto his shoulders and higher still. Her fingers soon find themselves brushing against the dark, wild curls at the nape of his neck — slowly entangling themselves there. She remembers previous instances: how much he's liked it when she toys with his hair — echoes of sounds from him, soft little gasps and moans.
It's no different this time, her fingers working slowly to grip at those curls, the gentlest of tugs. Maybe it's because he likes it so much, and it's been a very poor month for them having any hope of closeness and affection so it's well and truly needed. Maybe it's because she likes doing that to him, and she does. He makes her feel good, she wants him to feel good too — a mutual exchange. Her own kisses grow firm in return, mouth opening with a soft sound; her tongue brushing inwards — long past shyness, matching that want for him back. ]
let them have their kisses ;o;
And she soon melts against him; when his fingers draw her hips inwards, towards him — the rest of her immediately follows. Her heart skipping slightly with the gesture, quietly dizzy with it. He wants her close, she wants to be close. Luna returns the kiss with gentle enthusiasm; quick to fall into them with that easy slowness. But she senses the insistence that soon comes with those kisses, and part of her can't help but internally giggle a little, giddy with it. ]
« You're being very bold. » [ She mumbles with a soft hum through their mental link; there's something distracted in her voice, but she's very content. There's not much room or interest in saying much else, even mentally — focusing on the kisses once more.
It only takes a beat or two before she shifts slightly, her hands slowly sliding up his chest, up onto his shoulders and higher still. Her fingers soon find themselves brushing against the dark, wild curls at the nape of his neck — slowly entangling themselves there. She remembers previous instances: how much he's liked it when she toys with his hair — echoes of sounds from him, soft little gasps and moans.
It's no different this time, her fingers working slowly to grip at those curls, the gentlest of tugs. Maybe it's because he likes it so much, and it's been a very poor month for them having any hope of closeness and affection so it's well and truly needed. Maybe it's because she likes doing that to him, and she does. He makes her feel good, she wants him to feel good too — a mutual exchange. Her own kisses grow firm in return, mouth opening with a soft sound; her tongue brushing inwards — long past shyness, matching that want for him back. ]