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"Stay right here...?" he said hopefully. "Un-unless you're bored or something.."

"Soo... You just wanna stand here and snuggle, do ya?" she teased, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.

"No.. I'm good with sitting," he grinned, and pulled her closer to him for emphasis. "And s-snuggling." Well. His brain was giving him interesting ideas as to other activities they could try out, but that was way too soon.

"U huh. Let's see about that." a smirk, and she kissed his jaw, mainly just to see his reaction.

Predictably, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Wherever her lips brushed his skin, very pleasant sensations followed.

She smirked, moved the kiss, just under his ear, now.

A surprised, strangled groan. Damn...

"You like this, huh?" she nuzzled her nose against his soft hair.

"U-uhuh. I like everything you do," he said in a rather shaky voice.

"Is that so." her lips traced his jaw again.

"Yeaaaahhh..." he sighed, panicking slightly at being so helpless. But everything.. it just made him feel incredible. He had a vague notion that he should be more active, but... when she was doing that... he couldn't even think.

"But... It isn't fair that only I get to see and touch, now is it?" she pulled her head back, smiling softly at him. "Do whatever you'd like to."

He just stared at her dumbly. Did she mean...

"Don't just stare." she smiled and kissed him again.

"Sorry," he said automatically, and then laughed nervously. "Is it.. really okay?"

"Of course it is." she smiled, gave him another, gentle kiss. "... I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

"It's just... Wow," he shook his head, and grinned shyly. "You're amazing."

"Huh? Why?" she blinked a little, pulling back her head again to look him in the eyes.

He waved a hand to try and indicate her general amazing-ness. "Cuz.. you know... you're you.. I guess. Okay, that was really lame."

A small chuckle. "Maybe you should just stop talking." she snickered. "And feel, instead." she pressed her lips to his again, in a slow, languid kiss.

"Nngh!" a surprised sound when her tongue touched his. Automatically, his hands slid to her hips, tightened there, feeling the soft skin and hard muscle under her shirt.

The hint of a smirk when that small sound reached her ears. Keeping up the slow pace, she almost lazily tangled her tongue with his, writhed her hips slightly under his touch, slipped her arms around his neck.

He'd dreamed of this - of course he had. He was sixteen. Sometimes he felt like a walking hormone. Granted, he'd dreamt of it in a more romantic setting than a locker room, but fuck that. This was the girl of his dreams.
"Ah.." he drew his mouth from hers with a small wet sound. "Stop me if I do something wrong, 'K?"

"Mm." she nodded to show her understanding, before she simply slid onto his lap, and resumed the kiss from where they'd left off.

Completely inexperienced he might be, but he was very, very determined to make her happier than anyone else had ever done. He had no clue how, of course, but not being kicked in the head was probably a good sign. Again finding her tongue with his, he began slowly rubbing his hands over her back. Which was lame, of course, but.. going straight for the gold (x2) probably wouldn't fly.