Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

She braces herself for his rejection, but it hurts just as much as the first time did. His gentle touch finds her neck, and for a moment it felt like he thought that his gentle kisses would soothe her pain... and maybe-- if only for a few seconds-- they do. She lets out a soft sigh at his touch, her body begging her to urge it forward while he mind silently willed her to stop. It was an unhealthy way to part, it would leave her with a desire for days and weeks and months to come. But she has no real control over herself, and the pale girl presses herself closer to the dark boy. She tilts her head, letting her own lips and teeth find his throat, and she preens gently at the soft furs there. Maybe, she thinks, this will will him to stay. It is childish thinking, but it is all she has to offer.