[ Harley is feeling out how to urge Carver forward without spooking him and making things regress. Slow progress? She'll work on it, even if she knows that once this is over and done with, things will more than likely go back to the way things were before. With her trying hard and him barely responding. Who knows, though? Maybe she'll be surprised. In the meantime, she's focusing on kissing him. She likes how he matches her pace and isn't afraid to put something into it instead of her having to fully take the lead. Tipping her head to one side, she deepens the kiss a little, her tongue swiping against his lips. She nips at his lower lip when she pulls back just enough to pull in a breath of air, the hand that isn't in his hair coming up to rest at the side of his face, feeling the scratch of his facial hair against her palm.
She stumbles backward a little, one hand slipping free of his hair to feel behind her for the edge of the cot so she's not jarred by its sudden appearance behind her legs. When she reaches it, she sits and urges Carver along with her, taking one of his hands and pressing it to the curve of her breast, even though they're both fully dressed. She'll take her time with this and feel out what he reacts well to. ]
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Date: 2022-09-27 02:16 am (UTC)She stumbles backward a little, one hand slipping free of his hair to feel behind her for the edge of the cot so she's not jarred by its sudden appearance behind her legs. When she reaches it, she sits and urges Carver along with her, taking one of his hands and pressing it to the curve of her breast, even though they're both fully dressed. She'll take her time with this and feel out what he reacts well to. ]