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[ Hei hitches a shoulder in a mild shrug, a silent Could be, although it's really not, and they both should know it. Pitching his weight forward, he presses his lips to hers -- languid yet biting, his hair skimming down across her face in choppy whispery webs. Nudging his body between her thighs, he shifts a hand, wriggles it in the space between them. In this position, her damp sex is pressed up tight against his hip, like an open-mouth kiss. He finds her clit with light fingertips, still swollen and gently pulsing, and rubs his thumb across it. ]

Or maybe, [ he murmurs, his lips mingling with hers as he draws back a little, so she can see the tiny crook of a smile at the corner of his mouth, ] you only mentioned round two so it happens faster.