[She'd swear the machinery in her chest does a little flip when he does that. A gear got caught somewhere, or something, but in a nice way.]
I am.
[What's to do but dive right in? She places her free hand on his hip- it just seems the place for it- and leans toward him. A moment's pause to imprint all of this into her memory, the soft warmth of his hand in hers, the look in his eyes, even the slight give of the mattress beneath them. Then she goes for it, quickly closing the rest of the distance to capture his lips with her own.]
no subject
I am.
[What's to do but dive right in? She places her free hand on his hip- it just seems the place for it- and leans toward him. A moment's pause to imprint all of this into her memory, the soft warmth of his hand in hers, the look in his eyes, even the slight give of the mattress beneath them. Then she goes for it, quickly closing the rest of the distance to capture his lips with her own.]