Wapun Meadow downtown

Kind of. He was pressing kisses in to her jawline, softly to her neck, the base of her ear. That's what she thought this was, anyway. Some kisses. Affection between two fast friends — gosh, she really had been raised under a rock hadn't she? But the more he gave the more she wanted, and while Ibis tried to reciprocate and mimic what he was doing it wasn't to the same effect; she was clumsy and awkward as per usual and every time his trailing touch caught upon her skin she felt a lot. ( Can I show you? ) Confusion mostly, intrigue, similar to what Ibis felt when she'd heard him cussing. Like this was somehow taboo but also new and she was too innocent to think about what he was really after if anything. She sighed softly against him, Okay, but didn't know what she was agreeing to, not really.