It seemed like it didn't stop her that he was feeling it, though she began to do so more which made the reaction more obvious, that much wasn't his fault. He tried not to think on it, he remained focused on their kissing,though this was the most he had ever kissed someone for such an amount of time. It really was going on for a while now, no movie was still even playing. How exactly was this going to go if neither if them stopped kissing? He wasn't about to make any moves, he didn't know if he was supposed to, she set herself up to be in control here. His hands did being to wander up and down her sides finally sort of tracing her waist, and the slight movement she made gave him a bit more courage to go back and feel her butt too, though only shortly before coming back around. It was still the whole thing where he was still amazed he didn't notice things like that about her before.
He did seem to be into, but at the same time he didn't seem to do much more aside from have his arm around her, not that that wasn't nice. Still, she wondered if he was slightly in shock from all this.
At least that was until she felt a rather distinct sign. It did make her pause for a moment. That was her doing, wasn't it? It was flattering, but at the same time a little embarrassing. She couldn't help lightly nudging against it, possibly to figure this out.
Still, the kissing quickly resumed, she didn't want to stop. It had something addicting to it and maybe it was almost like a broken dam. It felt so right to do this, but then again she had been wanting to do this for years. Her body stayed close to his as her hands kept running through his hair. A part of her did wonder though if she might not pass out at some point do to the amount of alcohol she consumed. Not that she wanted to think about it now.
It definitely became a little more noticeable just trying to follow her hand around and that ending up back in his hair, once her body was laid against his again. It was very easy to just block off thinking about repercussions when this was going on, and when he was trying to keep his thoughts just on the kissing and touching aspect. The problem being he also had to try and keep his thoughts away from some of the places that they were touching. Things didn't exactly work that way though so it was obvious. Their slightly vicious kissing might be getting to him, the wine trying to stick around especially through the two of their kisses, the hot breaths, and the whole passionate atmosphere really. Everything that was present between them and none of it felt wrong, which was the oddest thing to him..he thought it was supposed to, but that wasn't conveyed from either person.
She hadn't expected it to go on for as long as it went. That might have had something to do with the fact that they never really stopped to let their kinds catch up to where their bodies ready clearly were. If her mind did ever catch up, she would probably be hiding under her blanket completely mortified at her actions.
Once her hand had more or less taken all of him in, she did slowly start to move it to his neck and slightly to the edge of his hair, enjoying the feeling of how long it was. Okay, now she was happy he kept it this long. With her hand now out of the way she was definitely more pressed against him. Once she was sober again she would wonder how she had ever done this in the first place, but now she was happy.
His hand still on her side, she was happy for this and she did move slightly against him, simply because it felt like something that felt good. She was too caught up anyway to really think on any of this and where it might lead. Right now she was more or less addicted to this feeling.
Things seemed to just continue to get more and more intense as they went along. He didn't actually feel overwhelmed or anything, but he did feel like she was a driving force behind this, especially once she had straddled him. There was no way this could be the same girl he knew this whole time..neither of them even wanted to come up for air long enough to stop kissing, just a passionate affair between breaths that they kept exchanging. Her hand was making movements around his chest even, like she was taking it in, at the very least it put her hand in between them, he wouldn't have to think on how much he was against her when he wasn't fully. Aside from of course, his lap, though his mind really dared not to venture anywhere near there. He tried to focus on the kissing more now.
The wine was a blessing in disguise, at least for her. She could finally do the things she had been wanting to do for years and now she was. And he seemed to be enjoying them. What more could a girl want?
His sounds surprised her slightly, but at the same time she found then surprisingly exciting. She was making him do that, at least she hoped. There was just this flow between them that made it so easy to keep going with this. At least that's how she supposed it was how she got on his lap, her legs now sort of straddling him as she laid on him, kissing him. She couldn't really think about it, because otherwise she would die of embarrassment.
Keeping the kiss going, she let the hand on his chest slowly began to feel his chest. She didn't recall that she had ever done that before, not that she had had a reason to touch him like this, but she was more than happy to do so now.
It wasn't at that point where they were really considering things anymore, at least not for him. He wasn't the one who started this, so he kind of just went along with it, not that he didn't think it felt good. He noticed the more she got on him and felt him the less he could take as well, just like her now making subtle noises. They seemed to just be flowing right along with one another, and for the most part they really seemed to gel easily, which made sense with how well they knew each other. Though things seemed to be much more pent up from her side, so it probably was the driving factor between the two of them. He wasn't worried about how long they might be doing this at all, it just seemed like they would be naturally going along, a lot of their inhibitors being shut off anyway.
Not thinking was probably a good thing right now. All she really wanted to do was keep kissing him. Actually, the more she thought on it, the more her mind was kind of tempted to do. This should be a shocking thought, considering she hadn't even kissed anyone before now.
When he began to kiss her like she did him it felt like a win and the most amazing deeling. After all, she never imagined he would kiss her at all, since she thought he only saw her as a sister or something. Feeling him put his hand on her, she gave a soft sound, her body molding slightly against his hand. It felt so nice. Without realizing it, she was slowly moving more onto him. The movie was forgotten to her mind as her hand kept running through his hair while the other moved to rest on his chest. She found herself wondering how long they would do this before they came to their senses.
He wasn't aware of how this would end either truth be told. His mind had stopped trying to force so many questions into this when it seemed like she didn't want him to. It felt as though he was supposed to go along with this because her feelings were so genuine, and his were just coming to light as to what they could be for her. After all, the timing seemed to work out..he had gotten out of a relationship not out of pity for her, but because he didn't want to give her up for anyone. He hadn't seen this coming at all, but maybe the wine would help him to stop if he could just focus on almost nothing besides the feelings. His kissing was starting to match her's more and more as she kept getting into it and he got pulled deeper into the same feeling. Her pushing up against him more now had made him feel like his face was getting a lot hotter, his hands finally moving to hold on to her side and her back.
This was what she had been wanting to do for years, since she fell in love with him. She would probably be sad that it took her getting drunk to do this. He would probably write it off as the actions of a drunk, even though she genuinely meant them. Did he feel that? She had no idea.
It felt good though to snuggle with him and to be doing this. Him kissing her back and at least feeling like he meant it and not just because she had jumped him was a good feeling and it made her happy in a way that she couldn't explain. It was a dream come true for her. Right now she was thankful for the wine.
It almost felt like she could feel his heart beat through his chest and hers was beating similarly fast as she felt her body arch lightly at this sensation, naturally making her chest press against his. Her brain wasn't thinking of the fallout of the next morning, though she rightfully should be. This would not end well, she imagined, when they were both sober.
It seemed that he was going to drink more too, again he couldn't be sure if it was a good idea or not, but he would do it. Though she didn't take too much time to consider it. This time she seemed to lay back down and snuggle right back up to him, it was like that morning such a while ago, her lips coming into contact with his own once more. This..was..well very hard to describe, the way she was kissing him still felt like she meant it so much, her hand almost forcing him to act sooner since she had it in his hair. He couldn't deny it felt good, the way she seemed to mean these actions just..made them feel so genuine and well sort of amazing. It wasn't anything he'd experienced before, but he did respond the same way, kissing her back using whatever feeling she brought on that he was unsure of, his heart clearly thumping at this point probably noticeably. Really though did he know this person in the room with him?
She wasn't sure what to expect from him. She supposed anything, from he hated it and demanded an explanation for why she did it to kissing her again. Instead he just sat there and didn't seem to say anything in any direction.
She did go and pour him a wine as well, not sure why, but drinking alone was no fun, her brain seemed to think and so their glasses were full again and the bottle empty. Maybe a good thing, considering where this was going. The movie was completely forgotten at this point.
When he still hadn't done anything aside from let out a breath, she had no idea what to think. Her brain again seemed to consider then that he didn't mind kissing her. Or at least didn't mind using her as a replacement for his now ex. Why not do it again? Slowly she moved closer to him, this time not just her face, but her body so they were almost touching and she kissed him again, a hand finding his hair, remembering how he had liked that before.
It seemed his face was red as well, even if they only had the same amount of wine, so her rationalizing that he was as drunk as her probably wasn't true. He felt himself in for..well a lot of trouble or explaining or something after this. In the end she only looked at him curiously, she knew what she did he assumed, he wouldn't have to..explain? He didn't really know what to say either, he was really bewildered by what had just happened, something he hadn't considered happening before.
She went to pour herself another drink and he didn't know if he should stop her or join her really..well..it was a hard question, maybe she wouldn't even remember tonight. He let out a small breath finally..realizing he hadn't been breathing for a while now, that was catching up to him and he was sure his heart was thumping against the ground enough. Still she seemed to distract them both with more wine, though they sat in slight embarrassment.
It was a strange situation. He was right in assuming she would never have kissed him, if she wasn't drunk. She was way too shy to do that. Still, right now she was very happy to be doing this. Finally, after years, if not a decade, she had kissed him.
She wasn't sure though what he thought of all this. In the beginning he didn't seem to react at all, not even moving back or anything. When he did kiss her back, there was a small feeling of triumph and euphoria. At the same time her mind rationalized that he was just acting on instinct or was as drunk as she was.
After holding the kiss for a few more seconds she did slowly lean back and looked at him. Her face was scarlet, probably both from embarrassment and the wine. Her gaze to him was one of questioning. She didn't know what to say and she supposed she was waiting for him to say... well, anything really. He wasn't exactly saying much as it stood right now anyway. Her hand reached out to pour the last of the wine to distract herself.
Her responding to his teasing was normal enough, though she wasn't moving and he wasn't really moving either. It just..felt like it was headed somewhere. How would he be able to process this exactly..wasn't he supposed to be the one who didn't think as much, but she wasn't moving or withdrawing like she normally would so..maybe she was really drunk. It still didn't seem like this was coming from nowhere. She started to lean in and his eyes opened a bit more, finally once her lips landed on his he almost couldn't believe it. It was a small state of shock he supposed. The feeling was good..the feeling behind her kiss was..very strong, like she really meant it when she kissed him. Was this his fault too, did he send that sort of message, was she only doing this to distract him..it really didn't feel that way. Slowly his eyes did close a bit more and maybe for a second he slightly kissed her back, as long as she was anyway.. After though he didn't know..well what to think, or what she would do really, was she going to do more? She had never been this forward about anything in her life.
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