[It's a pleasant surprise when he doesn't push her away. He opens his mouth to her and she accepts it as an invitation to go further, letting her tongue tangle with his, stopping only to allow herself time to breathe. Her lips trail a path from the corner of his mouth to his collar bone, leaving her head nestled at the junction between his head and his shoulder. She can feel his fingers running through her hair, and she revels at his touch even as one of her hands blindly tries to undo the buttons on his shirt.
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How far is she willing to let this illusion go?]