[He watches her approach, attention absolutely riveted. He thinks he might try to greet her, but the process doesn't connect independently for him until she's already started kissing him.
Oh, there's contact. It sets fire to his skin, and he kisses back at once, crawling into her lap in response to the unspoken invitation. His hands cup her cheeks, holding her face to his, as if their bodies might melt together if they touch for long enough.]
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Oh, there's contact. It sets fire to his skin, and he kisses back at once, crawling into her lap in response to the unspoken invitation. His hands cup her cheeks, holding her face to his, as if their bodies might melt together if they touch for long enough.]