[He takes a breath as she's just against him; she smells like the baths and like sweat and like herself, which makes it all the headier. No perfume. His hand tightens just a bit, when she says she's fine where she is, and then she kisses him and he can't help himself. He kisses her back with the finesse of a man who likes to kiss, with the passion of a man who truly lives for every second he has.
He tugs her closer, and kisses her again, harder this time, his other hand coming up behind her to press against his spine.]
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He tugs her closer, and kisses her again, harder this time, his other hand coming up behind her to press against his spine.]
The luck's mine, then, that so am I.